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 Romania and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the organ 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 Anthony Braxton to the funk 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
the Soft Cell,
Erasure,
The Zeros,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Victims,
Erykah Badu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
U.S. Maple,
Blossom Toes,
Aaron Thompson,
Lakeside,
Oneida,
Sound Behaviour,
Bauhaus,
Ultravox,
Scion,
Nils Olav,
Gabor Szabo,
Skriet,
The Sound,
Main Source,
MC5,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radio Birdman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cal Tjader,
The Divine Comedy,
Television Personalities,
Magazine,
Sällskapet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Charles Mingus,
Metal Thangz,
Sister Nancy,
The Leaves,
The Invisible,
Suburban Knight,
Clear Light,
Buzzcocks,
Quadrant,
The Birthday Party,
Fear,
Kerri Chandler,
Adolescents,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yellowson,
Bobby Womack,
Donald Byrd,
Eric Copeland,
Sarah Menescal,
David Axelrod,
Nick Fraelich,
Alison Limerick,
the Human League,
Jandek,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rekid,
Kenny Larkin,
Mantronix,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.