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 Madagascar and from Bologna.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 Symarip to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Siglo XX,
Grey Daturas,
The Knickerbockers,
Young Marble Giants,
Minnie Riperton,
Can,
The Angels of Light,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Howard Jones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
T.S.O.L.,
The Stooges,
The Fire Engines,
Letta Mbulu,
Gregory Isaacs,
OOIOO,
Nas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fugazi,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Section 25,
China Crisis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Al Stewart,
Bush Tetras,
Bluetip,
Gabor Szabo,
Heaven 17,
Symarip,
Unrelated Segments,
Marine Girls,
Eli Mardock,
The Sonics,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Television,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Idris Muhammad,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter and Kerry,
the Germs,
The Standells,
Sugar Minott,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dennis Brown,
UT,
Robert Görl,
Vladislav Delay,
Royal Trux,
Spoonie Gee,
Roxy Music,
Bill Near,
Fat Boys,
Livin' Joy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
EPMD,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Walker Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
The Residents,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.