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 Indonesia and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Moody Blues to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Remains,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scientists,
DJ Sneak,
X-102,
Kayak,
Jacob Miller,
Infiniti,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Evens,
Joensuu 1685,
Althea and Donna,
Drexciya,
Heaven 17,
Michelle Simonal,
Crime,
Bill Near,
The Leaves,
Roxy Music,
the Association,
Nik Kershaw,
Funkadelic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Q65,
Can,
The Grass Roots,
Marvin Gaye,
OOIOO,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Andrew Hill,
Mars,
The Residents,
Minnie Riperton,
Reagan Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
Quando Quango,
Massinfluence,
Half Japanese,
Rosa Yemen,
Rhythm & Sound,
Connie Case,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Parry Music,
Pierre Henry,
Television Personalities,
Outsiders,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wire,
Visage,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lalann,
Loose Ends,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.