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 London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Eric B and Rakim to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alton Ellis,
Leonard Cohen,
Simply Red,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Reuben Wilson,
Anakelly,
Yaz,
Jawbox,
Radio Birdman,
Morten Harket,
Eli Mardock,
Tom Boy,
Ken Boothe,
Andrew Hill,
Minnie Riperton,
Patti Smith,
JFA,
Marc Almond,
Tears for Fears,
X-101,
EPMD,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Slits,
Sonny Sharrock,
Livin' Joy,
Steve Hackett,
Reagan Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yellowson,
The Standells,
Robert Wyatt,
Scott Walker,
The Moleskins,
Scratch Acid,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Judy Mowatt,
Connie Case,
The Seeds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Agitation Free,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Evens,
Faust,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Sonics,
Gil Scott Heron,
LL Cool J,
Anthony Braxton,
10cc,
the Germs,
Arthur Verocai,
Funkadelic,
Fat Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Human League,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter and Kerry,
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.