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 Comoros and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Shuggie Otis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arab on Radar,
The American Breed,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crash Course in Science,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ornette Coleman,
Japan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fatback Band,
The Count Five,
Altered Images,
Barbara Tucker,
Jacob Miller,
The Cowsills,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Sonics,
Moss Icon,
B.T. Express,
In Retrospect,
Whodini,
Swell Maps,
Eli Mardock,
Todd Terry,
The Vogues,
The Human League,
New York Dolls,
The Residents,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Fortunes,
Henry Cow,
Aloha Tigers,
Mandrill,
Tubeway Army,
Pulsallama,
K-Klass,
Eurythmics,
Rotary Connection,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Idris Muhammad,
Eddi Front,
Lower 48,
Cymande,
Black Pus,
H. Thieme,
Soul Sonic Force,
DJ Sneak,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blossom Toes,
Grey Daturas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eve St. Jones,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
10cc,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.