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 Lithuania and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Sixth Finger to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Boz Scaggs,
Crime,
Reagan Youth,
Accadde A,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amon Düül,
LL Cool J,
Main Source,
Faraquet,
Patti Smith,
Lindisfarne,
Procol Harum,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wolf Eyes,
Cecil Taylor,
Aaron Thompson,
Bang On A Can,
The Mighty Diamonds,
UT,
Clear Light,
Marshall Jefferson,
Chris Corsano,
Roxy Music,
Bill Wells,
Zapp,
Lakeside,
E-Dancer,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Christie,
The Black Dice,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun City Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Janne Schatter,
Animal Collective,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sam Rivers,
Half Japanese,
Rekid,
Junior Murvin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mission of Burma,
Black Pus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lungfish,
Minnie Riperton,
Kurtis Blow,
KRS-One,
Inner City,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
48th St. Collective,
Public Image Ltd.,
Suburban Knight,
Visage,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Von Mondo,
Aural Exciters,
CMW,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dead C,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.