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 Russia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Durutti Column to the funk 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Amazonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Skatalites,
Yazoo,
48th St. Collective,
Spoonie Gee,
Schoolly D,
Aswad,
Public Enemy,
Oneida,
Cecil Taylor,
Clear Light,
Howard Jones,
Robert Hood,
Negative Approach,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Cale,
Godley & Creme,
Nik Kershaw,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Tremeloes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Warsaw,
Reuben Wilson,
Sparks,
Ice-T,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pere Ubu,
Television,
The American Breed,
The Knickerbockers,
Fear,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Darondo,
Interpol,
The Smoke,
The Names,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Althea and Donna,
Basic Channel,
Jacob Miller,
Graham Central Station,
Panda Bear,
Banda Bassotti,
Eddi Front,
Cheater Slicks,
Terry Callier,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bob Dylan,
Mantronix,
Bronski Beat,
Barrington Levy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Organ,
Chrome,
T. Rex,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.