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 Armenia and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Oblivians to the punk 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yellowson,
The Music Machine,
Maurizio,
Bush Tetras,
Minutemen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Womack,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dirtbombs,
48th St. Collective,
Ossler,
Intrusion,
Joensuu 1685,
Lightning Bolt,
DJ Sneak,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Angels of Light,
Boz Scaggs,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Real Kids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Patti Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rosa Yemen,
Goldenarms,
Television Personalities,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fuzztones,
Flipper,
Spoonie Gee,
New Age Steppers,
June Days,
The Durutti Column,
Sonic Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pylon,
Bang On A Can,
Bad Manners,
The Fugs,
X-102,
D'Angelo,
Morten Harket,
Theoretical Girls,
Swell Maps,
Black Pus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Beau Brummels,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wally Richardson,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric B and Rakim,
Unrelated Segments,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Doors,
Make Up,
a-ha,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.