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 Sweden and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 The Gun Club to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Mission of Burma,
The Monochrome Set,
Nik Kershaw,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brothers Johnson,
The Five Americans,
Scratch Acid,
Joyce Sims,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
OOIOO,
Hashim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Modern Lovers,
Terry Callier,
Eric Dolphy,
Joey Negro,
The Smiths,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Beau Brummels,
Essential Logic,
Piero Umiliani,
Masters at Work,
Q and Not U,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gap Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Toni Rubio,
Crash Course in Science,
David McCallum,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fad Gadget,
The Buckinghams,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Audionom,
The Searchers,
The Sonics,
Jandek,
Nirvana,
a-ha,
Monolake,
Loose Ends,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Au Pairs,
Godley & Creme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vladislav Delay,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bauhaus,
Michelle Simonal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dead C,
Franke,
Crooked Eye,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Youth Brigade,
Quadrant,
Gang Starr,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.