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 Togo and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 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 Marmalade 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Yaz,
Intrusion,
The Blues Magoos,
Man Parrish,
The Flesh Eaters,
JFA,
MDC,
Audionom,
Ken Boothe,
Masters at Work,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ten City,
David Axelrod,
Slick Rick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
Thee Headcoats,
Oblivians,
the Human League,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Wyatt,
Schoolly D,
Robert Hood,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gun Club,
Frankie Knuckles,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jerry's Kids,
China Crisis,
Reuben Wilson,
Joe Smooth,
Yellowson,
Minutemen,
New Order,
Bobbi Humphrey,
FM Einheit,
Josef K,
Vainqueur,
Cheater Slicks,
A Certain Ratio,
The Smoke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kayak,
the Normal,
D'Angelo,
X-Ray Spex,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sarah Menescal,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grauzone,
Byron Stingily,
The Raincoats,
Roger Hodgson,
Section 25,
Rites of Spring,
Cal Tjader,
Radio Birdman,
Monks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.