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 Moldova and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Youth Brigade to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen 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?
Crash Course in Science,
T.S.O.L.,
Malaria!,
James White and The Blacks,
the Normal,
Josef K,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ronan,
The Moody Blues,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tom Boy,
The Move,
Royal Trux,
The Wake,
The Fall,
Eli Mardock,
Cluster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chrome,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Searchers,
Colin Newman,
Monolake,
The Sonics,
Wally Richardson,
Oblivians,
The Slits,
K-Klass,
Anakelly,
The Doobie Brothers,
The American Breed,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed,
Reuben Wilson,
Suburban Knight,
John Coltrane,
Flash Fearless,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fat Boys,
Magazine,
LL Cool J,
Ronnie Foster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Techniques,
Angry Samoans,
Amazonics,
Shoche,
Lou Christie,
the Association,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Massinfluence,
Stiv Bators,
The Gories,
Cal Tjader,
Dennis Brown,
Charles Mingus,
Tears for Fears,
H. Thieme,
OOIOO,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jesper Dahlback,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.