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 Guyana and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lebanon Hanover to the crunk 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pantaleimon,
Aaron Thompson,
Leonard Cohen,
The Residents,
Joe Smooth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Heaven 17,
Kas Product,
Susan Cadogan,
Lindisfarne,
Surgeon,
X-102,
Sun Ra,
UT,
Barry Ungar,
Pylon,
Aural Exciters,
Alison Limerick,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Byrd,
Dennis Brown,
the Human League,
Aloha Tigers,
Pussy Galore,
Kool Moe Dee,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fat Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Selecter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Association,
Lyres,
Arthur Verocai,
Skarface,
T.S.O.L.,
John Foxx,
The Busters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Q and Not U,
Accadde A,
Bobby Womack,
Wire,
F. McDonald,
Little Man,
Quantec,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultra Naté,
Funkadelic,
Derrick Morgan,
Terry Callier,
Rotary Connection,
Donny Hathaway,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.