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 Antigua and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Stetsasonic,
Parry Music,
Mantronix,
Quando Quango,
The Fire Engines,
Max Romeo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pylon,
Lakeside,
Freddie Wadling,
Dennis Brown,
Fat Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Young Marble Giants,
Bill Near,
Don Cherry,
Roxette,
The Slackers,
Jacques Brel,
Juan Atkins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
MDC,
The Gories,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Drexciya,
The Barracudas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Niagra,
Fugazi,
LL Cool J,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Music Machine,
The Angels of Light,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Bananas,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Kinks,
The United States of America,
The American Breed,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Godley & Creme,
Swans,
Ultimate Spinach,
DNA,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barrington Levy,
Leonard Cohen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nils Olav,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Intrusion,
Fear,
Tommy Roe,
Joensuu 1685,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Electric Prunes,
Magma,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.