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 Cambodia and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 This Heat to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Black Dice,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Juan Atkins,
The Leaves,
Main Source,
One Last Wish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
Basic Channel,
Metal Thangz,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultravox,
K-Klass,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amon Düül,
Arab on Radar,
Cheater Slicks,
Funky Four + One,
Idris Muhammad,
Zapp,
Cymande,
Marine Girls,
the Slits,
Suburban Knight,
Ornette Coleman,
Thee Headcoats,
Fluxion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minor Threat,
Dual Sessions,
The Fall,
H. Thieme,
The Residents,
The Motions,
The Beau Brummels,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cameo,
Sight & Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
The Grass Roots,
Negative Approach,
Royal Trux,
Lalo Schifrin,
CMW,
Fela Kuti,
Panda Bear,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stiv Bators,
The Move,
Urselle,
Joe Finger,
Flipper,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.