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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Sao Paulo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 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 Radiopuhelimet to the rock 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chris Corsano,
Ronan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Buckinghams,
Jandek,
The Durutti Column,
Flash Fearless,
Lyres,
Quantec,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pussy Galore,
Bootsy Collins,
The Angels of Light,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rekid,
John Lydon,
Model 500,
The Zeros,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cheater Slicks,
Idris Muhammad,
Anthony Braxton,
Josef K,
Alton Ellis,
Mo-Dettes,
John Holt,
Howard Jones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deadbeat,
Underground Resistance,
The Walker Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cecil Taylor,
Skaos,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kevin Saunderson,
Babytalk,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Divine Comedy,
The Doors,
The Fire Engines,
The Gun Club,
Frankie Knuckles,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Banda Bassotti,
Mission of Burma,
Joey Negro,
Pagans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Shuggie Otis,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amon Düül,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.