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 Taiwan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Cecil Taylor to the grime 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Dark Day,
48th St. Collective,
Donny Hathaway,
Morten Harket,
Yusef Lateef,
Anthony Braxton,
The Toasters,
Joyce Sims,
Bronski Beat,
Laurel Aitken,
Goldenarms,
Niagra,
Camberwell Now,
Iggy Pop,
Alison Limerick,
Brand Nubian,
Sight & Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cowsills,
The Fortunes,
Mr. Review,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Pus,
Lakeside,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gap Band,
Pussy Galore,
Pulsallama,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Delta 5,
The Music Machine,
Popol Vuh,
Loose Ends,
The Trojans,
the Slits,
New Age Steppers,
Japan,
Silicon Teens,
The Martian,
Groovy Waters,
Lightning Bolt,
U.S. Maple,
Sonic Youth,
Erasure,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wally Richardson,
Pere Ubu,
Surgeon,
Eli Mardock,
Q and Not U,
Cameo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Country Teasers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soft Cell,
Joensuu 1685,
Warren Ellis,
Rufus Thomas,
Funky Four + One,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.