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 Madagascar and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 Music Machine to the dance 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Little Man,
The Durutti Column,
Heaven 17,
Black Bananas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mo-Dettes,
The Angels of Light,
Marc Almond,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marvin Gaye,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Wyatt,
Michelle Simonal,
L. Decosne,
Barry Ungar,
The Associates,
New Order,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Selecter,
Organ,
Arthur Verocai,
Deepchord,
Make Up,
Fugazi,
Nirvana,
Nico,
Alison Limerick,
The Star Department,
Y Pants,
John Foxx,
Joensuu 1685,
cv313,
Funkadelic,
The Five Americans,
Kas Product,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cure,
Sugar Minott,
The Sonics,
Soul II Soul,
Archie Shepp,
H. Thieme,
Thompson Twins,
Babytalk,
Lucky Dragons,
Faust,
Crash Course in Science,
Unrelated Segments,
Blossom Toes,
Jacob Miller,
The Red Krayola,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roy Ayers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ice-T,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jerry Gold Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.