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 Vanuatu and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
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 organ 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 Pop Group to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Supertramp,
Junior Murvin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skriet,
Babytalk,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soulsonic Force,
Pussy Galore,
Sun Ra,
Howard Jones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roy Ayers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Suburban Knight,
The Sound,
Mr. Review,
Harmonia,
Lalann,
Animal Collective,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
D'Angelo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Desert Stars,
Todd Terry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Goldenarms,
Eddi Front,
Terry Callier,
Ultravox,
Glenn Branca,
Second Layer,
Soft Cell,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dead C,
Camberwell Now,
Yellowson,
Guru Guru,
Sex Pistols,
Roxette,
Faust,
Danielle Patucci,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Moon,
Max Romeo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Anthony Braxton,
Agent Orange,
Motorama,
Aural Exciters,
Sällskapet,
Parry Music,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radio Birdman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Stooges,
The Fugs,
the Swans,
The Martian,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.