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 China and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 Sällskapet to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sound,
Graham Central Station,
D'Angelo,
K-Klass,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Skatalites,
Charles Mingus,
Trumans Water,
Nik Kershaw,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Swans,
Porter Ricks,
Tubeway Army,
The Selecter,
Quadrant,
Soft Cell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Little Man,
Sister Nancy,
Slave,
Audionom,
Dave Gahan,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Slits,
Index,
Sam Rivers,
Shuggie Otis,
Echospace,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Suicide,
Yazoo,
Parry Music,
Gang Starr,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tim Buckley,
The Raincoats,
Pere Ubu,
Maurizio,
Colin Newman,
Ossler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barrington Levy,
Basic Channel,
World's Most,
The Leaves,
Ultra Naté,
Henry Cow,
Rekid,
Jandek,
Outsiders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ponytail,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeff Mills,
Qualms,
Lungfish,
Underground Resistance,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.