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 Morocco and from Manila.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Bananas,
E-Dancer,
Lyres,
Dave Gahan,
Quando Quango,
Tom Boy,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Names,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aural Exciters,
Young Marble Giants,
Funky Four + One,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mantronix,
Eden Ahbez,
The Blackbyrds,
The Searchers,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quadrant,
Ohio Players,
Brass Construction,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric B and Rakim,
Porter Ricks,
The Red Krayola,
Donald Byrd,
Radio Birdman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Birthday Party,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Trojans,
Aswad,
Das Ding,
The American Breed,
Mr. Review,
Joy Division,
Half Japanese,
Aaron Thompson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minor Threat,
Desert Stars,
ABBA,
The Fuzztones,
Don Cherry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Easy Going,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wire,
Delon & Dalcan,
H. Thieme,
Scion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Absolute Body Control,
Todd Terry,
Livin' Joy,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.