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 Monaco and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 U.S. Maple to the funk 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Reagan Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Happenings,
Idris Muhammad,
Camberwell Now,
Tres Demented,
The Monks,
The Zeros,
Nas,
Subhumans,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Trojans,
Minor Threat,
Johnny Clarke,
Neil Young,
KRS-One,
Ken Boothe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Motorama,
Accadde A,
Bobby Byrd,
Joensuu 1685,
Josef K,
Lakeside,
Lindisfarne,
Symarip,
The Gladiators,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ornette Coleman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed,
Sugar Minott,
Lalo Schifrin,
Country Teasers,
10cc,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Moody Blues,
Chris & Cosey,
Swans,
Outsiders,
The Cure,
Barrington Levy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Niagra,
World's Most,
Throbbing Gristle,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fugazi,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jawbox,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Tremeloes,
Man Parrish,
The Birthday Party,
Ponytail,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alphaville,
Fatback Band,
The Sonics,
Ronan,
Kaleidoscope,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.