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 Slovenia and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Grandmaster Flash to the dance 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Eden Ahbez,
Blancmange,
Yellowson,
Make Up,
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-102,
Negative Approach,
Carl Craig,
The Smoke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
This Heat,
The Monks,
Talk Talk,
Clear Light,
Kaleidoscope,
Godley & Creme,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Green,
Roy Ayers,
Jawbox,
Vainqueur,
The Standells,
Glenn Branca,
Anthony Braxton,
Con Funk Shun,
The United States of America,
Amon Düül II,
Harpers Bizarre,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thompson Twins,
The Cowsills,
Lou Christie,
Nick Fraelich,
The Black Dice,
LL Cool J,
In Retrospect,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
OOIOO,
Danielle Patucci,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Supertramp,
Cameo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cheater Slicks,
the Swans,
The Fire Engines,
Livin' Joy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Andrew Hill,
Los Fastidios,
Marshall Jefferson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
H. Thieme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ohio Players,
Eurythmics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Echospace,
Moss Icon,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.