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 Latvia and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Alice Coltrane to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Wyatt,
Sugar Minott,
Aaron Thompson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
K-Klass,
Parry Music,
Danielle Patucci,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Five Americans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Morten Harket,
Sight & Sound,
The Star Department,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Darondo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Animal Collective,
Marshall Jefferson,
Livin' Joy,
Unrelated Segments,
Newcleus,
Severed Heads,
China Crisis,
Circle Jerks,
The Moody Blues,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neil Young,
Howard Jones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joey Negro,
The Knickerbockers,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gun Club,
Smog,
Yusef Lateef,
The Smiths,
LL Cool J,
Curtis Mayfield,
Urselle,
Ronnie Foster,
Echospace,
Crooked Eye,
Bob Dylan,
F. McDonald,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Negative Approach,
Gang Starr,
Technova,
Underground Resistance,
Dual Sessions,
Tim Buckley,
John Foxx,
Flipper,
Kevin Saunderson,
The New Christs,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.