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 Chad and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Thompson Twins to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Average White Band,
Pantytec,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Delta 5,
Ultravox,
Hoover,
Pierre Henry,
Godley & Creme,
Simply Red,
Cheater Slicks,
Blancmange,
Aloha Tigers,
Henry Cow,
Black Bananas,
Pantaleimon,
Kas Product,
Marvin Gaye,
A Certain Ratio,
Qualms,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roxette,
Danielle Patucci,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
MC5,
Avey Tare,
Andrew Hill,
Vladislav Delay,
Amazonics,
Radio Birdman,
The Litter,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Red Krayola,
Kerrie Biddell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jawbox,
The Velvet Underground,
Ossler,
The Birthday Party,
Suicide,
JFA,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Christie,
Amon Düül II,
The Barracudas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Desert Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Glenn Branca,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang of Four,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arcadia,
Supertramp,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dirtbombs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Monks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Porter Ricks,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.