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 Guinea-Bissau and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Icehouse to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Drexciya,
The Sonics,
the Slits,
Stiv Bators,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nirvana,
Supertramp,
The Red Krayola,
The Music Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter & Gordon,
Grandmaster Flash,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Saints,
The Misunderstood,
The Dirtbombs,
Glenn Branca,
DJ Sneak,
The Neon Judgement,
Franke,
Eric Dolphy,
Electric Prunes,
Blake Baxter,
Oneida,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Urselle,
Fluxion,
The Wake,
Scratch Acid,
The Toasters,
Unwound,
Michelle Simonal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Royal Trux,
Dave Gahan,
KRS-One,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Byrd,
Spoonie Gee,
China Crisis,
The United States of America,
The Tremeloes,
Kerri Chandler,
Sister Nancy,
Rosa Yemen,
Mad Mike,
Janne Schatter,
Morten Harket,
Ohio Players,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Zero Boys,
48th St. Collective,
Sight & Sound,
Magazine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.