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 Italy and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the grunge 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
The Wake,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jacob Miller,
Camberwell Now,
The Seeds,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fortunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sound,
Lyres,
The Gladiators,
The Searchers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Make Up,
Swans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Albert Ayler,
The Skatalites,
Organ,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cowsills,
Aswad,
Ken Boothe,
Lungfish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Wyatt,
John Foxx,
MC5,
Neu!,
The Techniques,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Aural Exciters,
The Toasters,
Marine Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Last Poets,
Kenny Larkin,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scrapy,
Pere Ubu,
Barry Ungar,
Colin Newman,
OOIOO,
the Association,
The Standells,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Moon,
The Saints,
Underground Resistance,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.