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 Afghanistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 the Human League to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yazoo,
Radiohead,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crash Course in Science,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Suburban Knight,
Tim Buckley,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Glenn Branca,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jandek,
Godley & Creme,
Procol Harum,
Stetsasonic,
The Leaves,
Delta 5,
Massinfluence,
Vladislav Delay,
Joe Finger,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arthur Verocai,
Electric Prunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Smoke,
Ornette Coleman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Happenings,
Amazonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moebius,
Gong,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
Toni Rubio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cymande,
Magma,
The Monochrome Set,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
D'Angelo,
Niagra,
Urselle,
Lindisfarne,
Johnny Clarke,
June of 44,
Monolake,
Radiopuhelimet,
Don Cherry,
DJ Sneak,
Moby Grape,
The United States of America,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Index,
Clear Light,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tommy Roe,
Traffic Nightmare,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.