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 Bangladesh and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Brass Construction to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Cluster,
Robert Hood,
Quando Quango,
Stereo Dub,
Pussy Galore,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tim Buckley,
the Human League,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moby Grape,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Newcleus,
Groovy Waters,
Lyres,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
Steve Hackett,
Youth Brigade,
Lungfish,
Country Teasers,
Drexciya,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Monochrome Set,
CMW,
the Slits,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deakin,
Pierre Henry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deadbeat,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Buckinghams,
Sonny Sharrock,
Can,
Matthew Bourne,
Cecil Taylor,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
OOIOO,
Aaron Thompson,
Moebius,
Rekid,
Minnie Riperton,
Y Pants,
Byron Stingily,
Scratch Acid,
The Gladiators,
The Shadows of Knight,
Colin Newman,
Animal Collective,
The Skatalites,
the Normal,
Arab on Radar,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Starr,
The United States of America,
The Sound,
Yaz,
The Golliwogs,
Slick Rick,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.