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 San Marino and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the rap 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Hardrive,
Ornette Coleman,
Maurizio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Althea and Donna,
Pierre Henry,
The Sonics,
The Tremeloes,
Marc Almond,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arcadia,
Procol Harum,
Black Flag,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Altered Images,
Sarah Menescal,
Isaac Hayes,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bad Manners,
Wasted Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
Kas Product,
Michelle Simonal,
The Seeds,
Amon Düül,
Ronan,
Metal Thangz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Litter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Steve Hackett,
AZ,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Q and Not U,
Heaven 17,
cv313,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Moleskins,
Bill Near,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Selecter,
The Five Americans,
10cc,
Cecil Taylor,
Tres Demented,
The Dirtbombs,
Stetsasonic,
The Standells,
Howard Jones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Swans,
Rotary Connection,
Country Teasers,
Kurtis Blow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Frankie Knuckles,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.