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 Belgium and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cowsills to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Residents,
Rod Modell,
Marmalade,
New Order,
Skriet,
Brass Construction,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Morten Harket,
The Alarm Clocks,
ABBA,
MDC,
Rapeman,
James White and The Blacks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ossler,
Silicon Teens,
The Seeds,
Donald Byrd,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Trojans,
The Cramps,
The Busters,
Altered Images,
Deadbeat,
Alton Ellis,
Pagans,
D'Angelo,
Kaleidoscope,
Angry Samoans,
Chris Corsano,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
June of 44,
Gang Starr,
Darondo,
The Music Machine,
Babytalk,
Unwound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moss Icon,
Ponytail,
Eve St. Jones,
Supertramp,
Ultimate Spinach,
Television Personalities,
Rekid,
The Selecter,
MC5,
Alice Coltrane,
Eden Ahbez,
Dennis Brown,
Quando Quango,
Sunsets and Hearts,
AZ,
John Holt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.