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 China and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 The Slackers to the jazz 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Unwound,
Mars,
Brass Construction,
Deepchord,
Peter & Gordon,
Aural Exciters,
New Age Steppers,
Y Pants,
The Gladiators,
The Happenings,
Judy Mowatt,
Blossom Toes,
Dual Sessions,
Cybotron,
The Misunderstood,
Bob Dylan,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mummies,
Vainqueur,
Dawn Penn,
Absolute Body Control,
Eli Mardock,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Barracudas,
Ultra Naté,
Scientists,
Kurtis Blow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
New York Dolls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cal Tjader,
Joy Division,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Velvet Underground,
Intrusion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Flag,
Make Up,
Albert Ayler,
The Gun Club,
a-ha,
Carl Craig,
Severed Heads,
Arcadia,
Heaven 17,
The Doobie Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
Excepter,
Infiniti,
Siglo XX,
Can,
Roxette,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Reuben Wilson,
Smog,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.