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 Croatia and from Seoul.
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 Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 June Days to the dance 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Scrapy,
Ronan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Glenn Branca,
Radiohead,
Soft Cell,
Panda Bear,
Pet Shop Boys,
Unwound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barbara Tucker,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
Charles Mingus,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Techniques,
The Real Kids,
Outsiders,
Moby Grape,
The Associates,
ABBA,
The Moody Blues,
Whodini,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Warsaw,
ABC,
Grauzone,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cybotron,
Flash Fearless,
Blake Baxter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wolf Eyes,
Hardrive,
Nick Fraelich,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dead Boys,
Yaz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Black Dice,
Archie Shepp,
Fat Boys,
The Evens,
Erasure,
Peter and Kerry,
Q65,
L. Decosne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Starr,
Godley & Creme,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soul II Soul,
Mad Mike,
Khruangbin,
Tim Buckley,
The Five Americans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Drexciya,
Make Up,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.