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 Chile and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Soul II Soul to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soulsonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash,
B.T. Express,
The Offenders,
Tres Demented,
Mantronix,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yazoo,
Bang On A Can,
Minny Pops,
James White and The Blacks,
John Coltrane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gap Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Albert Ayler,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mojo Men,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
LL Cool J,
Fad Gadget,
PIL,
X-Ray Spex,
Supertramp,
Mr. Review,
Jandek,
Roxy Music,
Ten City,
Motorama,
Q and Not U,
Pulsallama,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Blackbyrds,
Symarip,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joe Smooth,
The Shadows of Knight,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Intrusion,
Derrick Morgan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Shuggie Otis,
The Motions,
Alice Coltrane,
Hasil Adkins,
Toni Rubio,
Basic Channel,
Brand Nubian,
The Move,
Faraquet,
Iggy Pop,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Gang Dance,
Swell Maps,
Moby Grape,
DNA,
the Normal,
Roger Hodgson,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.