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 Accra.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 The Leaves to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
The Music Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
Bang On A Can,
The Evens,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minor Threat,
Terry Callier,
The Neon Judgement,
Kerri Chandler,
Massinfluence,
The Remains,
Au Pairs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Livin' Joy,
The Walker Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
The Knickerbockers,
Steve Hackett,
Newcleus,
Can,
Gil Scott Heron,
LL Cool J,
Iggy Pop,
Circle Jerks,
the Swans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deepchord,
Tubeway Army,
Youth Brigade,
Pagans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quantec,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Happenings,
Pere Ubu,
Oneida,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cecil Taylor,
Rotary Connection,
Kurtis Blow,
Siglo XX,
Oblivians,
The Gap Band,
Wings,
Jandek,
Albert Ayler,
Soul II Soul,
Metal Thangz,
Delta 5,
Agent Orange,
Andrew Hill,
La Düsseldorf,
Boz Scaggs,
Sällskapet,
Pussy Galore,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fortunes,
Scratch Acid,
Ronan,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.