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 Italy and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 EPMD to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cramps,
Warsaw,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dual Sessions,
Johnny Clarke,
Alice Coltrane,
R.M.O.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hoover,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radiohead,
Robert Wyatt,
The Misunderstood,
Camouflage,
Lalo Schifrin,
Don Cherry,
Lyres,
Charles Mingus,
Donald Byrd,
John Holt,
The Smiths,
Cecil Taylor,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joe Finger,
Eric Copeland,
Crime,
Monks,
48th St. Collective,
ABC,
U.S. Maple,
Silicon Teens,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
E-Dancer,
Skriet,
La Düsseldorf,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dirtbombs,
Nik Kershaw,
Electric Prunes,
Basic Channel,
Scrapy,
Ultra Naté,
Arab on Radar,
Blancmange,
The Offenders,
Talk Talk,
The Durutti Column,
Model 500,
Patti Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Monochrome Set,
Carl Craig,
Ronnie Foster,
Althea and Donna,
Freddie Wadling,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun Ra,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.