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 Yemen and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 Bobby Byrd to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Can,
The Mummies,
Erasure,
B.T. Express,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
John Lydon,
Intrusion,
Aswad,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Modern Lovers,
Hashim,
Rites of Spring,
Angry Samoans,
Roxy Music,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tommy Roe,
PIL,
Howard Jones,
Sister Nancy,
The New Christs,
Mad Mike,
Malaria!,
Bronski Beat,
The Skatalites,
Main Source,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fall,
Cecil Taylor,
Skarface,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
cv313,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter and Kerry,
Surgeon,
The Golliwogs,
David McCallum,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ituana,
Toni Rubio,
Radio Birdman,
DNA,
Erykah Badu,
Camberwell Now,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neil Young,
Ronnie Foster,
The Star Department,
X-102,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Severed Heads,
F. McDonald,
Lalann,
Rosa Yemen,
Flamin' Groovies,
Magma,
Joey Negro,
Accadde A,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.