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 Greece 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
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 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 Zero Boys to the dance 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Swans,
Ornette Coleman,
Deadbeat,
Goldenarms,
Silicon Teens,
Yusef Lateef,
Accadde A,
Camberwell Now,
Dawn Penn,
Essential Logic,
Tres Demented,
Dead Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Blake Baxter,
the Normal,
The Wake,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cymande,
Frankie Knuckles,
Negative Approach,
Deakin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cramps,
Livin' Joy,
Spoonie Gee,
Nas,
The Selecter,
David McCallum,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Faust,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dual Sessions,
The Moleskins,
Royal Trux,
Fat Boys,
Todd Terry,
Bob Dylan,
Warren Ellis,
Ralphi Rosario,
A Certain Ratio,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Move,
MDC,
The Index,
Simply Red,
Radio Birdman,
Nik Kershaw,
Slick Rick,
The Fugs,
Ice-T,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Severed Heads,
cv313,
Alice Coltrane,
Faraquet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultra Naté,
Procol Harum,
Mr. Review,
The Standells,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rotary Connection,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.