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 Zambia and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 The Gap Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Yaz,
Alphaville,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Isaac Hayes,
Magma,
Matthew Halsall,
Shuggie Otis,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nas,
Tubeway Army,
Gastr Del Sol,
Can,
Mr. Review,
Jacob Miller,
Beasts of Bourbon,
La Düsseldorf,
Schoolly D,
The Busters,
James White and The Blacks,
B.T. Express,
Lindisfarne,
The Young Rascals,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skriet,
Sparks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Don Cherry,
Slick Rick,
The Fuzztones,
Sound Behaviour,
Kas Product,
Eric Copeland,
Basic Channel,
Monolake,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Country Teasers,
The Buckinghams,
Pole,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Agent Orange,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eve St. Jones,
Newcleus,
Eddi Front,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dual Sessions,
Bush Tetras,
Charles Mingus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fluxion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Technova,
Scott Walker,
Fear,
Cymande,
Lou Reed,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.