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 Kyrgyzstan and from London.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Spandau Ballet to the electroclash 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Maleditus Sound,
R.M.O.,
Country Teasers,
Crispian St. Peters,
D'Angelo,
The Associates,
The Monochrome Set,
The Durutti Column,
Ultra Naté,
Donny Hathaway,
Iggy Pop,
Aloha Tigers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lungfish,
Bob Dylan,
Hot Snakes,
Bush Tetras,
Stereo Dub,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pantaleimon,
Alice Coltrane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bill Wells,
Isaac Hayes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Germs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Leaves,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eurythmics,
Jeff Mills,
MC5,
Monks,
Mad Mike,
Rites of Spring,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rapeman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Foxx,
Cheater Slicks,
Archie Shepp,
Eve St. Jones,
Organ,
Fluxion,
Josef K,
Audionom,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barrington Levy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Pus,
Whodini,
Amon Düül,
Flipper,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Spoonie Gee,
Scion,
48th St. Collective,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.