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 Saudi Arabia and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Amon Düül to the techno 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Q and Not U,
Black Sheep,
Rosa Yemen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mad Mike,
DJ Style,
Aswad,
Blancmange,
Skriet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scan 7,
B.T. Express,
Negative Approach,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sam Rivers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Alarm Clocks,
Reuben Wilson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fortunes,
Lightning Bolt,
Anakelly,
Bang On A Can,
CMW,
The Gun Club,
The Black Dice,
Saccharine Trust,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
Thompson Twins,
Man Parrish,
Faraquet,
Tres Demented,
Slick Rick,
Ponytail,
Oblivians,
Joe Smooth,
Rotary Connection,
Sällskapet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Niagra,
New Age Steppers,
Quadrant,
Alton Ellis,
Laurel Aitken,
Brothers Johnson,
Nik Kershaw,
The Raincoats,
Dave Gahan,
New York Dolls,
The Sonics,
Sparks,
Johnny Clarke,
Frankie Knuckles,
Khruangbin,
The Sound,
Camouflage,
Banda Bassotti,
Yellowson,
Arcadia,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.