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 Andorra and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Television Personalities to the disco 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Graham Central Station,
Laurel Aitken,
Cameo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Masters at Work,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sonny Sharrock,
Prince Buster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deakin,
Mandrill,
Spoonie Gee,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roger Hodgson,
Fad Gadget,
Jacob Miller,
Sällskapet,
Television,
The Slackers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Slick Rick,
Tim Buckley,
Schoolly D,
the Association,
The Real Kids,
The J.B.'s,
Thompson Twins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DNA,
Marmalade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang of Four,
Terry Callier,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bronski Beat,
Grey Daturas,
Lindisfarne,
In Retrospect,
The Kinks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The New Christs,
Marc Almond,
Reagan Youth,
Eddi Front,
Andrew Hill,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
cv313,
Kayak,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun Ra,
The Mojo Men,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Birthday Party,
John Holt,
Bush Tetras,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Groovy Waters,
Sister Nancy,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.