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 Moldova and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 James White and The Blacks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Swell Maps,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Martian,
Kas Product,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Althea and Donna,
The Residents,
Guru Guru,
Lebanon Hanover,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bill Wells,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Motions,
Donald Byrd,
Fatback Band,
The Mummies,
Rakim,
Gabor Szabo,
John Lydon,
Babytalk,
kango's stein massive,
Adolescents,
Roy Ayers,
Brothers Johnson,
Loose Ends,
The Divine Comedy,
Kaleidoscope,
AZ,
Scan 7,
Roxette,
Make Up,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Michelle Simonal,
8 Eyed Spy,
Darondo,
E-Dancer,
The New Christs,
The Raincoats,
Jacques Brel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eli Mardock,
Half Japanese,
The Trojans,
The Red Krayola,
DJ Style,
Altered Images,
Stereo Dub,
Cal Tjader,
Bush Tetras,
The Misunderstood,
The Blues Magoos,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Theoretical Girls,
Shoche,
UT,
OOIOO,
FM Einheit,
Ludus,
Ornette Coleman,
Faust,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.