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 Kyrgyzstan and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 The Monks to the jazz 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Roxette,
Desert Stars,
The Smoke,
Livin' Joy,
Q and Not U,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mantronix,
Mr. Review,
the Bar-Kays,
The Five Americans,
X-101,
Con Funk Shun,
8 Eyed Spy,
Man Parrish,
Kas Product,
June Days,
The Detroit Cobras,
Japan,
Bobby Byrd,
Todd Terry,
Y Pants,
Byron Stingily,
The Fire Engines,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeff Lynne,
Duran Duran,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeff Mills,
Heaven 17,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Stooges,
Metal Thangz,
Bronski Beat,
a-ha,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jawbox,
Don Cherry,
The Neon Judgement,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sandy B,
Tears for Fears,
Pagans,
Agitation Free,
Black Moon,
The Human League,
Cameo,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mojo Men,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The American Breed,
The Leaves,
Section 25,
Visage,
Accadde A,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Swans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.