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 Seychelles and from Paris.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Dual Sessions to the rap 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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
H. Thieme,
Deepchord,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soft Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Model 500,
Oneida,
The Red Krayola,
Eve St. Jones,
Chrome,
Half Japanese,
Drive Like Jehu,
10cc,
Y Pants,
The Skatalites,
Deakin,
Sällskapet,
Cluster,
Jawbox,
Funkadelic,
Faraquet,
Barrington Levy,
Arthur Verocai,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Rapeman,
The Associates,
Joey Negro,
Gang Starr,
The Knickerbockers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pole,
Quando Quango,
Trumans Water,
The Mummies,
The Grass Roots,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tubeway Army,
Second Layer,
Newcleus,
Lalann,
Dark Day,
Whodini,
Swans,
FM Einheit,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brand Nubian,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Görl,
David Axelrod,
The Monochrome Set,
John Lydon,
Clear Light,
Alice Coltrane,
Infiniti,
Talk Talk,
The Busters,
Electric Prunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lakeside,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.