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 Zambia and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 a-ha to the crunk 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Sun City Girls,
Delta 5,
E-Dancer,
The Walker Brothers,
The American Breed,
Robert Hood,
Tubeway Army,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dawn Penn,
Massinfluence,
Cal Tjader,
Pantaleimon,
Royal Trux,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Erasure,
Lightning Bolt,
H. Thieme,
The Evens,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Skatalites,
Wings,
Freddie Wadling,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Prince Buster,
Cecil Taylor,
Davy DMX,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fugs,
Quantec,
Brand Nubian,
The Moleskins,
Ronan,
Public Enemy,
Pere Ubu,
Crime,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Godley & Creme,
Scion,
Morten Harket,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Albert Ayler,
Deepchord,
Symarip,
Magazine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sound Behaviour,
F. McDonald,
Deakin,
Arab on Radar,
June of 44,
Fugazi,
Nils Olav,
Theoretical Girls,
Babytalk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crash Course in Science,
Ituana,
Ken Boothe,
Susan Cadogan,
Stiv Bators,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Laurel Aitken,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.