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 Estonia 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 The Divine Comedy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grey Daturas,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Slits,
The Real Kids,
The Blackbyrds,
Marvin Gaye,
Reuben Wilson,
Cluster,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lungfish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Drexciya,
Simply Red,
The Names,
EPMD,
Stereo Dub,
June of 44,
Reagan Youth,
Terry Callier,
Magazine,
The Barracudas,
Main Source,
John Foxx,
Interpol,
The Happenings,
The Litter,
The Selecter,
The Music Machine,
Rekid,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Loose Ends,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Glenn Branca,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Matthew Bourne,
Mr. Review,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blossom Toes,
Essential Logic,
One Last Wish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Martian,
Minnie Riperton,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deadbeat,
Janne Schatter,
Marmalade,
Pharoah Sanders,
H. Thieme,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Star Department,
The Fugs,
Iggy Pop,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soft Cell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Trumans Water,
Black Sheep,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.