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 Tunisia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Monochrome Set to the crunk 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Symarip,
Essential Logic,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric Dolphy,
Dead Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Martian,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Young Rascals,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minutemen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Erasure,
Joe Smooth,
Ten City,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The J.B.'s,
New Age Steppers,
Wire,
Simply Red,
The Slackers,
Underground Resistance,
Warren Ellis,
The Moleskins,
Cluster,
Rufus Thomas,
The Techniques,
Glenn Branca,
Intrusion,
The Fire Engines,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Görl,
FM Einheit,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Grass Roots,
Soft Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hardrive,
Sexual Harrassment,
Byron Stingily,
Archie Shepp,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sister Nancy,
Juan Atkins,
Black Pus,
Harmonia,
Nik Kershaw,
Cecil Taylor,
Yazoo,
Todd Terry,
Letta Mbulu,
Man Parrish,
James White and The Blacks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.