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 St Lucia and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin 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 Pantaleimon to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Alton Ellis,
Andrew Hill,
Mars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
L. Decosne,
Funkadelic,
Howard Jones,
Mantronix,
Warsaw,
Marc Almond,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Albert Ayler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sound Behaviour,
Davy DMX,
Barrington Levy,
MC5,
The Cowsills,
Ossler,
World's Most,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Hood,
Colin Newman,
The Gap Band,
KRS-One,
Altered Images,
Shuggie Otis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wally Richardson,
Arab on Radar,
Amazonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ohio Players,
Robert Wyatt,
Nico,
Trumans Water,
Massinfluence,
The Kinks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Swell Maps,
Harry Pussy,
Quando Quango,
The Monks,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pussy Galore,
Lebanon Hanover,
Surgeon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Althea and Donna,
Godley & Creme,
MDC,
DNA,
Television,
The Electric Prunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Techniques,
Skriet,
John Holt,
DJ Style,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.