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 Laos and from Toronto.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Blackbyrds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rotary Connection,
Roxy Music,
The Fire Engines,
Zapp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Association,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tommy Roe,
Kaleidoscope,
The Smiths,
Index,
Quantec,
Terry Callier,
David Bowie,
AZ,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
June of 44,
Tubeway Army,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Monks,
Aaron Thompson,
Kas Product,
Sugar Minott,
The Skatalites,
Lower 48,
Icehouse,
Morten Harket,
Lee Hazlewood,
Magma,
Gang Starr,
Sonic Youth,
Popol Vuh,
Ponytail,
Radiohead,
Nick Fraelich,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jacob Miller,
Lungfish,
The Gladiators,
The Searchers,
Eve St. Jones,
Dennis Brown,
Vainqueur,
Babytalk,
L. Decosne,
Mars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tres Demented,
Unrelated Segments,
Moebius,
KRS-One,
Black Moon,
David Axelrod,
Toni Rubio,
CMW,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.