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 Venezuela 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fela Kuti to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aloha Tigers,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nas,
Slave,
Half Japanese,
Amazonics,
The New Christs,
Terry Callier,
Maleditus Sound,
Lungfish,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Moody Blues,
The Mojo Men,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Make Up,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gladiators,
Eric Dolphy,
Connie Case,
Neil Young,
The Electric Prunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun Ra,
Anakelly,
The Five Americans,
Piero Umiliani,
Reuben Wilson,
Hot Snakes,
PIL,
Carl Craig,
MC5,
Pole,
Interpol,
Massinfluence,
Visage,
The Blues Magoos,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ronnie Foster,
Howard Jones,
Electric Prunes,
Shoche,
Laurel Aitken,
Robert Hood,
Crooked Eye,
Bronski Beat,
The Motions,
Throbbing Gristle,
New Age Steppers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soul Sonic Force,
Faraquet,
Scratch Acid,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
KRS-One,
Todd Rundgren,
The Star Department,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.