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 Oman and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Depeche Mode to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter 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?
Monks,
Black Moon,
10cc,
Davy DMX,
The Shadows of Knight,
Simply Red,
Crash Course in Science,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arthur Verocai,
Bang On A Can,
Brand Nubian,
The Red Krayola,
Flipper,
The Slackers,
Amon Düül,
Fear,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Don Cherry,
Wings,
Mark Hollis,
Byron Stingily,
Max Romeo,
The Pop Group,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Derrick May,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Slits,
The American Breed,
Underground Resistance,
Eve St. Jones,
DJ Sneak,
Funky Four + One,
Rapeman,
the Fania All-Stars,
The J.B.'s,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nas,
Babytalk,
Sällskapet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeff Mills,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cecil Taylor,
Young Marble Giants,
Cal Tjader,
Chris Corsano,
Gang of Four,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Human League,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare,
Colin Newman,
R.M.O.,
Jandek,
Quantec,
Johnny Clarke,
Pole,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grauzone,
Dennis Brown,
Stetsasonic,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.