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 Namibia and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eli Mardock to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jacob Miller,
Television Personalities,
Flipper,
Dawn Penn,
Crooked Eye,
Rhythm & Sound,
Smog,
The Music Machine,
Grey Daturas,
Trumans Water,
The Selecter,
Magma,
The Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Cheater Slicks,
Scratch Acid,
Oneida,
The Grass Roots,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Remains,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Soft Cell,
Carl Craig,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cramps,
Soft Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Association,
Anthony Braxton,
These Immortal Souls,
D'Angelo,
Maurizio,
Nik Kershaw,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang Gang Dance,
48th St. Collective,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultra Naté,
Clear Light,
The Slits,
DJ Style,
One Last Wish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
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JFA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pole,
Guru Guru,
Easy Going,
The Fall,
Danielle Patucci,
Radiopuhelimet,
Electric Prunes,
The Happenings,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Human League,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Piero Umiliani,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.