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 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Buzzcocks to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
U.S. Maple,
Alton Ellis,
Danielle Patucci,
Basic Channel,
The Walker Brothers,
The Techniques,
Mars,
Pantytec,
Yellowson,
Rekid,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Charles Mingus,
Simply Red,
Carl Craig,
Minor Threat,
Ultra Naté,
The Velvet Underground,
Accadde A,
Scan 7,
New Order,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joensuu 1685,
Hashim,
The Monks,
Motorama,
Michelle Simonal,
The Five Americans,
Kayak,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Mr. Review,
The Buckinghams,
The Litter,
Public Enemy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Hood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Country Teasers,
Vainqueur,
Mad Mike,
James White and The Blacks,
Brick,
Wolf Eyes,
Radiohead,
Pierre Henry,
the Germs,
Surgeon,
Eurythmics,
Cameo,
H. Thieme,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
ABC,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Görl,
Tommy Roe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jandek,
Amazonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New York Dolls,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.