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 Colombia and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Nick Fraelich,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marcia Griffiths,
Delon & Dalcan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Warsaw,
Masters at Work,
Barbara Tucker,
Brick,
Television Personalities,
The Buckinghams,
Black Flag,
the Slits,
Young Marble Giants,
The Monks,
The Misunderstood,
Black Pus,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sam Rivers,
Marmalade,
Sex Pistols,
R.M.O.,
Joey Negro,
Skriet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mission of Burma,
Black Moon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Remains,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soft Cell,
Wally Richardson,
Fatback Band,
John Foxx,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-Ray Spex,
Bronski Beat,
The Black Dice,
Cecil Taylor,
The Zeros,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Green,
Mo-Dettes,
Ten City,
Suicide,
Franke,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mad Mike,
Angry Samoans,
The Gladiators,
Grey Daturas,
Anthony Braxton,
The Move,
Rufus Thomas,
Letta Mbulu,
Arthur Verocai,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.