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 Tonga and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Moby Grape to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Don Cherry,
Audionom,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Charles Mingus,
Kaleidoscope,
Derrick May,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gastr Del Sol,
Das Ding,
Newcleus,
Parry Music,
CMW,
The Mojo Men,
Funky Four + One,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
UT,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-101,
Amazonics,
Livin' Joy,
Barrington Levy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crooked Eye,
Marmalade,
Spoonie Gee,
Gerry Rafferty,
Television,
Donny Hathaway,
Suburban Knight,
The Sonics,
Tres Demented,
PIL,
Darondo,
Scratch Acid,
Eve St. Jones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eurythmics,
Joe Smooth,
The Busters,
The Leaves,
These Immortal Souls,
Donald Byrd,
Minutemen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blossom Toes,
Loose Ends,
Todd Terry,
Drexciya,
Tomorrow,
New York Dolls,
Youth Brigade,
Flash Fearless,
The Doors,
Anthony Braxton,
China Crisis,
The Dirtbombs,
Talk Talk,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.