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 Austria and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes 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 Rites of Spring to the techno 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
The Kinks,
One Last Wish,
The Names,
L. Decosne,
ABC,
Gichy Dan,
Barrington Levy,
Minor Threat,
The Wake,
Albert Ayler,
Steve Hackett,
Dawn Penn,
Roxy Music,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tubeway Army,
The Searchers,
Amon Düül,
Gabor Szabo,
Hashim,
Mo-Dettes,
Lalann,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mandrill,
Godley & Creme,
The Five Americans,
Monks,
The Residents,
Circle Jerks,
Maurizio,
Fat Boys,
David Axelrod,
Country Teasers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Darondo,
Chris Corsano,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cymande,
Zero Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Marine Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Nas,
Robert Görl,
Soft Machine,
The Buckinghams,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joensuu 1685,
Adolescents,
Spoonie Gee,
The Grass Roots,
Ornette Coleman,
Lee Hazlewood,
MC5,
UT,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Basic Channel,
Surgeon,
Stetsasonic,
Oblivians,
Das Ding,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Erasure,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.