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 Czech Republic and from Calgary.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
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 clarinet 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 Maurizio to the crunk 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Gichy Dan,
Glenn Branca,
The Skatalites,
The Cramps,
Slave,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Newcleus,
Lou Christie,
Bootsy Collins,
Bill Wells,
Sight & Sound,
Gang of Four,
Ultra Naté,
Arab on Radar,
Yaz,
Fugazi,
The Move,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bob Dylan,
The Tremeloes,
Ten City,
The Velvet Underground,
Mantronix,
Buzzcocks,
Scratch Acid,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alice Coltrane,
World's Most,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Funky Four + One,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Human League,
Q and Not U,
The Wake,
Skaos,
Prince Buster,
Dark Day,
Reuben Wilson,
Moss Icon,
Tubeway Army,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thompson Twins,
Grey Daturas,
Jerry's Kids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun City Girls,
The Standells,
The Fuzztones,
The Raincoats,
Minnie Riperton,
The Smoke,
Gabor Szabo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Sherman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gong,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jacob Miller,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.