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 Jordan and from Portland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Con Funk Shun to the jazz 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Drexciya,
Eli Mardock,
Lalann,
The Velvet Underground,
Spandau Ballet,
The Busters,
Ohio Players,
Heaven 17,
OOIOO,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nils Olav,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Buzzcocks,
48th St. Collective,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Green,
The Skatalites,
Easy Going,
Soul Sonic Force,
Babytalk,
Schoolly D,
H. Thieme,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Shuggie Otis,
Maurizio,
Michelle Simonal,
Lightning Bolt,
Arcadia,
Pierre Henry,
Fela Kuti,
Max Romeo,
LL Cool J,
Goldenarms,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Foxx,
The Smoke,
MDC,
the Bar-Kays,
David McCallum,
Brand Nubian,
Loose Ends,
Erasure,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fuzztones,
Swans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
CMW,
Nirvana,
The Golliwogs,
The J.B.'s,
Bill Near,
The Monks,
Yaz,
Eve St. Jones,
Bootsy Collins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.