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 Australia and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the dance 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
the Germs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lungfish,
The Smoke,
Technova,
Amazonics,
Chrome,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed,
Sister Nancy,
Ronan,
The Modern Lovers,
John Lydon,
Loose Ends,
Gong,
Cybotron,
Procol Harum,
Zero Boys,
Rakim,
Peter and Kerry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terry Callier,
Bang On A Can,
Ultravox,
ABC,
Sex Pistols,
Joey Negro,
the Swans,
Pierre Henry,
Black Flag,
Reagan Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
Audionom,
Maleditus Sound,
Wally Richardson,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-Ray Spex,
Archie Shepp,
Intrusion,
Maurizio,
Sun Ra,
Lalann,
The Five Americans,
Tubeway Army,
The Raincoats,
Funkadelic,
The American Breed,
Pere Ubu,
Electric Prunes,
Marine Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
John Coltrane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mantronix,
Barclay James Harvest,
Robert Görl,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Pop Group,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.