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 Ecuador 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 Mad Mike to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
UT,
Negative Approach,
Darondo,
Kayak,
Chris Corsano,
Bill Near,
Minnie Riperton,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crooked Eye,
Suicide,
Barbara Tucker,
10cc,
Byron Stingily,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Audionom,
The Zeros,
Angry Samoans,
Ice-T,
Ronan,
The Vogues,
Ten City,
James Chance & The Contortions,
CMW,
Glenn Branca,
Arcadia,
Boredoms,
the Slits,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Steve Hackett,
The Index,
Hoover,
Mandrill,
Fat Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Max Romeo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rotary Connection,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Colin Newman,
Yazoo,
Toni Rubio,
Livin' Joy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Parry Music,
Cal Tjader,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marine Girls,
Alton Ellis,
Chris & Cosey,
Jacques Brel,
Marvin Gaye,
K-Klass,
The Fire Engines,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amon Düül,
The Move,
The Last Poets,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.