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 Taiwan and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 June of 44 to the disco 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Excepter,
Gichy Dan,
The Last Poets,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gregory Isaacs,
Isaac Hayes,
Vainqueur,
Technova,
Panda Bear,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sister Nancy,
Arthur Verocai,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Velvet Underground,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
ABC,
The Moody Blues,
Radio Birdman,
Tres Demented,
Alice Coltrane,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Soft Cell,
Scratch Acid,
Jacques Brel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Make Up,
Bob Dylan,
The Standells,
Bobby Sherman,
Bang On A Can,
Joensuu 1685,
Inner City,
Von Mondo,
The Wake,
The Gap Band,
Pantytec,
The Move,
Accadde A,
Little Man,
Curtis Mayfield,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nas,
Das Ding,
Susan Cadogan,
Pulsallama,
Max Romeo,
Jerry's Kids,
Arcadia,
E-Dancer,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Connie Case,
Dennis Brown,
Rites of Spring,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.