Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Brunei and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Mad Mike to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Piero Umiliani,
The Raincoats,
Unwound,
48th St. Collective,
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lungfish,
Chris & Cosey,
Nick Fraelich,
Ten City,
Lou Reed,
Youth Brigade,
Gerry Rafferty,
OOIOO,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Invisible,
Motorama,
The Slackers,
Kool Moe Dee,
UT,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terry Callier,
Ponytail,
Livin' Joy,
Subhumans,
Wolf Eyes,
Blossom Toes,
The Buckinghams,
The Searchers,
Fat Boys,
The Gap Band,
Das Ding,
Vainqueur,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Young Rascals,
Boz Scaggs,
Echospace,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bill Near,
Black Sheep,
Derrick May,
The Remains,
Crispian St. Peters,
June of 44,
Lyres,
Sister Nancy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
EPMD,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barrington Levy,
Marc Almond,
Matthew Halsall,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Khruangbin,
Television,
Albert Ayler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.