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 San Marino and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Derrick Morgan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Hasil Adkins,
John Holt,
Marvin Gaye,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Khruangbin,
Thee Headcoats,
Unwound,
X-102,
The Divine Comedy,
Barbara Tucker,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yellowson,
Howard Jones,
Altered Images,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sight & Sound,
The American Breed,
Rufus Thomas,
Sex Pistols,
Tomorrow,
Scrapy,
Subhumans,
Main Source,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sonics,
Bob Dylan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Porter Ricks,
The Kinks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Godley & Creme,
Q and Not U,
A Certain Ratio,
Alice Coltrane,
Essential Logic,
Al Stewart,
The Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Martian,
Bang On A Can,
Wally Richardson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Simply Red,
David Axelrod,
Niagra,
Ornette Coleman,
Suburban Knight,
Isaac Hayes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New Order,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Anakelly,
The Grass Roots,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stiv Bators,
Jandek,
cv313,
Cameo,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.