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 Ireland and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Zapp 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Grauzone,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gabor Szabo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amon Düül II,
Masters at Work,
Index,
K-Klass,
Ituana,
Scientists,
Joe Finger,
The Trojans,
Sight & Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Derrick Morgan,
Sam Rivers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fatback Band,
Rites of Spring,
The Dead C,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rekid,
KRS-One,
Ohio Players,
Essential Logic,
The Invisible,
Faust,
John Holt,
The Monochrome Set,
Severed Heads,
Thee Headcoats,
Chris Corsano,
The Last Poets,
DJ Style,
The Angels of Light,
Ponytail,
Nation of Ulysses,
The United States of America,
Maurizio,
Joyce Sims,
Black Bananas,
Matthew Bourne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Erasure,
Moss Icon,
Steve Hackett,
The Golliwogs,
Oblivians,
Maleditus Sound,
Siglo XX,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Doobie Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
Scott Walker,
Godley & Creme,
Curtis Mayfield,
Glambeats Corp.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.