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 Palau and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Smog to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army 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?
The Standells,
48th St. Collective,
DNA,
Michelle Simonal,
Essential Logic,
Mo-Dettes,
Unrelated Segments,
Tropical Tobacco,
Drexciya,
Second Layer,
The Martian,
New Age Steppers,
Joyce Sims,
Easy Going,
The Last Poets,
Scan 7,
Adolescents,
Dual Sessions,
The Smoke,
Barry Ungar,
Procol Harum,
Hashim,
Roxy Music,
Ultra Naté,
Peter and Kerry,
Maurizio,
Kaleidoscope,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rotary Connection,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kayak,
Lungfish,
Wasted Youth,
Prince Buster,
Mandrill,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gladiators,
Underground Resistance,
Oneida,
Jerry's Kids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Infiniti,
Parry Music,
Danielle Patucci,
Al Stewart,
Radio Birdman,
Hot Snakes,
Leonard Cohen,
Scratch Acid,
Black Moon,
Moebius,
Echospace,
Eddi Front,
Morten Harket,
MDC,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rekid,
Duran Duran,
Niagra,
cv313,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.