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 Latvia and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 Minny Pops to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Boz Scaggs,
Amazonics,
Electric Prunes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tres Demented,
Leonard Cohen,
Fear,
Lucky Dragons,
Q65,
Black Moon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Parry Music,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ossler,
Von Mondo,
Dark Day,
Underground Resistance,
Althea and Donna,
Scrapy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grauzone,
New Age Steppers,
Alice Coltrane,
Franke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skriet,
Clear Light,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fortunes,
Ludus,
The Birthday Party,
The Buckinghams,
Judy Mowatt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vladislav Delay,
Johnny Clarke,
Brass Construction,
Rufus Thomas,
Kenny Larkin,
DJ Sneak,
Cecil Taylor,
Jawbox,
Curtis Mayfield,
Janne Schatter,
Ronan,
The Angels of Light,
The Saints,
The Flesh Eaters,
Idris Muhammad,
Toni Rubio,
The Moleskins,
Tommy Roe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
PIL,
Basic Channel,
Kurtis Blow,
The Happenings,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pussy Galore,
Tropical Tobacco,
Glenn Branca,
The Cramps,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.