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 Mali and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
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 sitar 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 Nick Fraelich to the funk 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
R.M.O.,
Black Pus,
The New Christs,
Susan Cadogan,
Soft Machine,
Slave,
Rakim,
Amon Düül II,
X-Ray Spex,
The Moody Blues,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joe Smooth,
Derrick May,
Rekid,
Ken Boothe,
David Bowie,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Laurel Aitken,
John Coltrane,
Marine Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tomorrow,
Radiopuhelimet,
Excepter,
Mad Mike,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joey Negro,
Soul II Soul,
Q65,
T.S.O.L.,
Barbara Tucker,
Siglo XX,
Ultravox,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Steve Hackett,
Radiohead,
F. McDonald,
Adolescents,
Howard Jones,
Cluster,
Crash Course in Science,
The Golliwogs,
Delta 5,
Lakeside,
Electric Light Orchestra,
10cc,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Raincoats,
Intrusion,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
ABBA,
Little Man,
New Order,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Evens,
Brothers Johnson,
Ice-T,
Bobby Womack,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.