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 Slovenia 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 Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Brothers Johnson to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Wings,
One Last Wish,
Marmalade,
Arab on Radar,
Sun Ra,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Leaves,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Soft Cell,
Derrick May,
Leonard Cohen,
Rosa Yemen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Josef K,
The Barracudas,
MC5,
Parry Music,
The Doors,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wire,
World's Most,
This Heat,
Unrelated Segments,
Country Teasers,
Sugar Minott,
Connie Case,
Bill Near,
Underground Resistance,
Skarface,
Main Source,
Albert Ayler,
Marshall Jefferson,
A Certain Ratio,
Lee Hazlewood,
a-ha,
The Monks,
Wally Richardson,
Q and Not U,
Sun City Girls,
The Litter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gong,
Aloha Tigers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pulsallama,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
L. Decosne,
Sister Nancy,
the Normal,
Iggy Pop,
Chrome,
the Bar-Kays,
Pierre Henry,
Howard Jones,
Youth Brigade,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.