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 Greece and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 Sonics to the punk 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Roger Hodgson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Parry Music,
Interpol,
The Neon Judgement,
Moebius,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Zapp,
Agitation Free,
The Martian,
New York Dolls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Josef K,
Deepchord,
Liliput,
EPMD,
The Vogues,
Lalann,
Roxy Music,
The Monochrome Set,
Television,
Chrome,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pussy Galore,
The Monks,
Leonard Cohen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hashim,
Nas,
Glenn Branca,
The Motions,
Minny Pops,
Peter & Gordon,
Wolf Eyes,
Rekid,
Soulsonic Force,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vladislav Delay,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Busters,
Skaos,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
James White and The Blacks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Excepter,
New Order,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Mr. Review,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pantaleimon,
Black Moon,
Cymande,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sight & Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wasted Youth,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.