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 Estonia and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Banda Bassotti to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Lucky Dragons,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Y Pants,
Accadde A,
Amon Düül II,
The Blackbyrds,
The Happenings,
Dawn Penn,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ludus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Graham Central Station,
Bill Near,
Toni Rubio,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeff Lynne,
Wolf Eyes,
Main Source,
Joey Negro,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Don Cherry,
Parry Music,
Theoretical Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Inner City,
Erykah Badu,
The Music Machine,
Q and Not U,
Judy Mowatt,
John Holt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Funkadelic,
Jawbox,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Infiniti,
Roxy Music,
Skarface,
Kas Product,
Kerri Chandler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bad Manners,
Crash Course in Science,
Byron Stingily,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Royal Trux,
Procol Harum,
Mantronix,
Wire,
Howard Jones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brand Nubian,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Spoonie Gee,
ABC,
Average White Band,
Sex Pistols,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.