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 Algeria and from Philadelphia.
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 Winnipeg and Woodstock.
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 arpeggiator 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 Robert Wyatt to the crunk 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Sparks,
The Move,
Steve Hackett,
Faust,
Bang On A Can,
David Axelrod,
Youth Brigade,
Monolake,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Techniques,
Marmalade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Public Enemy,
Maleditus Sound,
Guru Guru,
Franke,
8 Eyed Spy,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mad Mike,
Main Source,
The Black Dice,
Derrick May,
MDC,
Roxette,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David McCallum,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yusef Lateef,
Pussy Galore,
Sugar Minott,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DJ Sneak,
The Golliwogs,
Spoonie Gee,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DNA,
Minutemen,
Spandau Ballet,
the Association,
The Cowsills,
Interpol,
Jeff Mills,
UT,
The Five Americans,
Boz Scaggs,
Drexciya,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jerry's Kids,
The Busters,
Second Layer,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Surgeon,
Man Parrish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ice-T,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.