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 Sierra Leone and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Bronski Beat to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Little Man,
Oblivians,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hoover,
Deadbeat,
The Last Poets,
Grandmaster Flash,
Idris Muhammad,
Magma,
The Mojo Men,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Graham Central Station,
Rufus Thomas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Agent Orange,
Black Moon,
Fatback Band,
Kas Product,
David Axelrod,
Radiopuhelimet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stiv Bators,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Heaven 17,
the Soft Cell,
The Leaves,
Black Pus,
Outsiders,
The Birthday Party,
Quando Quango,
The Invisible,
Scientists,
Urselle,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eli Mardock,
Unrelated Segments,
Ice-T,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wally Richardson,
This Heat,
Mandrill,
Leonard Cohen,
Yazoo,
Skaos,
Excepter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Angry Samoans,
Ken Boothe,
Andrew Hill,
Whodini,
Chris & Cosey,
La Düsseldorf,
OOIOO,
Audionom,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.