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 Brunei and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 X-101 to the grunge 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Connie Case,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Matthew Bourne,
Isaac Hayes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Angry Samoans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Hood,
Sonic Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cheater Slicks,
The Monks,
Section 25,
Derrick May,
Ken Boothe,
The Evens,
Sparks,
Unwound,
Dead Boys,
The Slackers,
Black Flag,
Swans,
The Seeds,
Model 500,
The Red Krayola,
The Happenings,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Steve Hackett,
DJ Sneak,
David Axelrod,
Unrelated Segments,
Cecil Taylor,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Angels of Light,
Camberwell Now,
EPMD,
Curtis Mayfield,
F. McDonald,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott Heron,
Juan Atkins,
Popol Vuh,
The Dead C,
The Young Rascals,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Monochrome Set,
Hashim,
The Move,
Audionom,
Gerry Rafferty,
Franke,
the Bar-Kays,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultra Naté,
Morten Harket,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.