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 Milan.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wire to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Infiniti,
Eric Dolphy,
The Angels of Light,
Eli Mardock,
The Index,
Marine Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Echospace,
Inner City,
Flipper,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bronski Beat,
The Motions,
Eve St. Jones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pulsallama,
PIL,
Schoolly D,
Lalann,
The Smoke,
Erykah Badu,
Motorama,
Vainqueur,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kerri Chandler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Magazine,
Pantaleimon,
Donald Byrd,
L. Decosne,
Man Parrish,
Roger Hodgson,
Brand Nubian,
Pantytec,
Excepter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
K-Klass,
Dawn Penn,
Fugazi,
Saccharine Trust,
Donny Hathaway,
Rhythm & Sound,
Siglo XX,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Charles Mingus,
B.T. Express,
Con Funk Shun,
Juan Atkins,
Tears for Fears,
Jeff Lynne,
Skriet,
Qualms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Glenn Branca,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.