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 Vietnam and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ralphi Rosario to the crunk 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Gang Green,
The Techniques,
Soft Cell,
Roger Hodgson,
Harry Pussy,
Peter and Kerry,
Siglo XX,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Depeche Mode,
Colin Newman,
Grey Daturas,
Clear Light,
T. Rex,
Pere Ubu,
The Misunderstood,
Hardrive,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Skatalites,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crooked Eye,
Television,
Cheater Slicks,
Echospace,
Camouflage,
JFA,
Joe Smooth,
Hot Snakes,
The Busters,
EPMD,
Donny Hathaway,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Swell Maps,
Fluxion,
the Slits,
Pagans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Can,
The Divine Comedy,
John Lydon,
Ultimate Spinach,
cv313,
Deadbeat,
Symarip,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Smiths,
Yaz,
David McCallum,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Isaac Hayes,
Dorothy Ashby,
MDC,
Desert Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fire Engines,
Kenny Larkin,
L. Decosne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Electric Prunes,
Josef K,
10cc,
Mars,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.