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 Shanghai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 Ossler to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
The Monochrome Set,
Stetsasonic,
Sandy B,
Funky Four + One,
Dawn Penn,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
Toni Rubio,
David Axelrod,
Black Moon,
The Evens,
Skarface,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Selecter,
Gang of Four,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Symarip,
Supertramp,
Warren Ellis,
Minnie Riperton,
The American Breed,
Black Flag,
The Kinks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Television,
The Divine Comedy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sarah Menescal,
The Skatalites,
Lebanon Hanover,
Laurel Aitken,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hot Snakes,
Alton Ellis,
Gabor Szabo,
The Leaves,
Ronnie Foster,
Saccharine Trust,
Byron Stingily,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nas,
Roxy Music,
Technova,
D'Angelo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fela Kuti,
The Count Five,
New Age Steppers,
Bill Near,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jimmy McGriff,
Vladislav Delay,
Q65,
Danielle Patucci,
Man Parrish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gories,
JFA,
Idris Muhammad,
Livin' Joy,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.