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 Sri Lanka and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Saints,
Harpers Bizarre,
Main Source,
Con Funk Shun,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Human League,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Bar-Kays,
Spoonie Gee,
Guru Guru,
Saccharine Trust,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Panda Bear,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Connie Case,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bad Manners,
Lalann,
Robert Hood,
The Angels of Light,
Roy Ayers,
The Golliwogs,
the Association,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wally Richardson,
The Martian,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Coltrane,
Erasure,
The Sound,
The Monks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barbara Tucker,
Cal Tjader,
Los Fastidios,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Interpol,
Danielle Patucci,
Man Parrish,
Soft Machine,
Au Pairs,
Kas Product,
48th St. Collective,
Toni Rubio,
Fugazi,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sonic Youth,
Slave,
Maurizio,
Lakeside,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Smiths,
Roxette,
Average White Band,
Organ,
Khruangbin,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.