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 Mexico and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Heaven 17 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marc Almond,
Jandek,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tomorrow,
The Fugs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blancmange,
Man Parrish,
Radiohead,
Joyce Sims,
Ludus,
The Monochrome Set,
The Knickerbockers,
Kevin Saunderson,
China Crisis,
Minnie Riperton,
Lyres,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terry Callier,
The Happenings,
Donald Byrd,
Inner City,
Pantytec,
Letta Mbulu,
Maleditus Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Lakeside,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cure,
Amon Düül,
David Axelrod,
Con Funk Shun,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Massinfluence,
Underground Resistance,
Deadbeat,
The Gories,
the Bar-Kays,
Adolescents,
The Stooges,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marine Girls,
Motorama,
Barclay James Harvest,
AZ,
Max Romeo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rod Modell,
Banda Bassotti,
Roxette,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Urselle,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Kinks,
Josef K,
Blake Baxter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.