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 Fiji and from Beijing.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scientists to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deepchord,
Bronski Beat,
Funkadelic,
Silicon Teens,
Dorothy Ashby,
Albert Ayler,
Organ,
Ten City,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cure,
Toni Rubio,
Angry Samoans,
Yellowson,
Harry Pussy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joe Finger,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Porter Ricks,
Kenny Larkin,
X-101,
Idris Muhammad,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Loose Ends,
Agitation Free,
Donald Byrd,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ice-T,
Donny Hathaway,
Fad Gadget,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Patti Smith,
Metal Thangz,
Buzzcocks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Icehouse,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jerry's Kids,
Neil Young,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brass Construction,
L. Decosne,
Magma,
Subhumans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pere Ubu,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Motions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Khruangbin,
Rotary Connection,
the Normal,
Marc Almond,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed,
Barry Ungar,
Eden Ahbez,
Groovy Waters,
Mo-Dettes,
R.M.O.,
The Moleskins,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.