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 Turkmenistan and from Lille.
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 Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Lou Reed 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
U.S. Maple,
Andrew Hill,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Wyatt,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Raincoats,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nation of Ulysses,
Derrick May,
The Neon Judgement,
Khruangbin,
The Index,
Todd Terry,
The Music Machine,
PIL,
Barbara Tucker,
The Walker Brothers,
Marmalade,
Graham Central Station,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wally Richardson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Martian,
The Associates,
Jeru the Damaja,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moby Grape,
the Swans,
the Association,
David Axelrod,
Youth Brigade,
H. Thieme,
Pagans,
Deadbeat,
Amon Düül,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
Interpol,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fuzztones,
The Pretty Things,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kurtis Blow,
Arcadia,
The New Christs,
Radiohead,
In Retrospect,
The Monks,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare,
Morten Harket,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Charles Mingus,
FM Einheit,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scan 7,
Iggy Pop,
Gong,
Dorothy Ashby,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.