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 Maldives and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Heaven 17 to the techno 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
The Litter,
the Bar-Kays,
Rekid,
Funky Four + One,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joyce Sims,
The Count Five,
Supertramp,
June Days,
The Saints,
Kurtis Blow,
Bang On A Can,
The Invisible,
Yusef Lateef,
Scion,
Warsaw,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Archie Shepp,
Crash Course in Science,
Alice Coltrane,
Moebius,
John Foxx,
Ice-T,
Delta 5,
Suicide,
Amon Düül,
Hashim,
The Pretty Things,
Flipper,
Kayak,
Soft Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Second Layer,
Panda Bear,
Agitation Free,
Blancmange,
New York Dolls,
Carl Craig,
Gang Starr,
La Düsseldorf,
Funkadelic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Moleskins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cowsills,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Goldenarms,
Moss Icon,
Quantec,
Camberwell Now,
kango's stein massive,
Mad Mike,
Banda Bassotti,
Barrington Levy,
Black Pus,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.