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 Tajikistan and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 The Toasters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Pole,
Neil Young,
Sixth Finger,
Pantaleimon,
AZ,
La Düsseldorf,
The Pretty Things,
Bang On A Can,
The Gap Band,
Cymande,
PIL,
Zapp,
Simply Red,
Sandy B,
The Leaves,
The Wake,
Roxette,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nico,
The Slits,
DNA,
Radio Birdman,
The Busters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scion,
Nation of Ulysses,
Spandau Ballet,
Newcleus,
The Durutti Column,
Amon Düül,
Iggy Pop,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tom Boy,
Arthur Verocai,
Mo-Dettes,
Q65,
Rakim,
Eric Dolphy,
Au Pairs,
The Offenders,
Camouflage,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gastr Del Sol,
MC5,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Little Man,
Moss Icon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Masters at Work,
Ultravox,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arcadia,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sam Rivers,
Warren Ellis,
Smog,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Junior Murvin,
The Divine Comedy,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.