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 Vanuatu and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 the Germs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Index,
The Alarm Clocks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minnie Riperton,
Ponytail,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bill Near,
Jawbox,
Guru Guru,
The Barracudas,
Supertramp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Japan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Charles Mingus,
Banda Bassotti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pantaleimon,
Colin Newman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Vainqueur,
Sonic Youth,
Nirvana,
Organ,
The Black Dice,
The Invisible,
Wally Richardson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lebanon Hanover,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Swans,
Josef K,
Black Sheep,
Con Funk Shun,
Terry Callier,
The Searchers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Steve Hackett,
The Standells,
Deakin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Technova,
the Human League,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
U.S. Maple,
48th St. Collective,
John Foxx,
Toni Rubio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Letta Mbulu,
Electric Prunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flash Fearless,
R.M.O.,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.