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 Greece and from Delhi.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 Eurythmics to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Faust,
Ten City,
Rites of Spring,
Peter & Gordon,
Morten Harket,
The Evens,
DJ Sneak,
The Wake,
Bronski Beat,
Tomorrow,
Joe Smooth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ohio Players,
Peter and Kerry,
Cecil Taylor,
Pantytec,
Bill Wells,
Pulsallama,
Newcleus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Echospace,
Nirvana,
Cymande,
The Fugs,
The Selecter,
Alice Coltrane,
Idris Muhammad,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hot Snakes,
Althea and Donna,
Hashim,
Stetsasonic,
PIL,
Trumans Water,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thompson Twins,
Alison Limerick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
The Index,
Godley & Creme,
The Birthday Party,
Bill Near,
Accadde A,
Pierre Henry,
Neil Young,
Chrome,
X-Ray Spex,
AZ,
The Kinks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dark Day,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Walker Brothers,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.