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 Sudan and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Brass Construction to the rap 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Loose Ends,
The Real Kids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Liliput,
Junior Murvin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eli Mardock,
The Divine Comedy,
Altered Images,
Ultimate Spinach,
Carl Craig,
Tomorrow,
Mo-Dettes,
The Remains,
Letta Mbulu,
Pole,
Arthur Verocai,
New Order,
Jawbox,
Joey Negro,
Lucky Dragons,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Five Americans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The United States of America,
Minny Pops,
CMW,
Pagans,
Ice-T,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Silicon Teens,
Easy Going,
Swell Maps,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The New Christs,
The Fall,
Stockholm Monsters,
Banda Bassotti,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Das Ding,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brick,
Sister Nancy,
Harmonia,
Camberwell Now,
Nirvana,
Hardrive,
Pierre Henry,
Sam Rivers,
Rosa Yemen,
Sixth Finger,
Funkadelic,
Scott Walker,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.