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 Maldives and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 Nas to the disco 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Eric Copeland,
The Pretty Things,
Altered Images,
Eden Ahbez,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Toni Rubio,
David McCallum,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joe Finger,
Hasil Adkins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Schoolly D,
The Trojans,
Johnny Clarke,
Nation of Ulysses,
Television,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Monolake,
Outsiders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Carl Craig,
Colin Newman,
Lou Christie,
Soulsonic Force,
Cheater Slicks,
The Residents,
Connie Case,
The Fuzztones,
The Last Poets,
Godley & Creme,
Maurizio,
Donny Hathaway,
Accadde A,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dark Day,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Fania All-Stars,
cv313,
Slave,
The Cure,
AZ,
Soft Machine,
The Music Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camouflage,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter & Gordon,
In Retrospect,
Mark Hollis,
EPMD,
Davy DMX,
The Real Kids,
John Cale,
Funky Four + One,
Sister Nancy,
New Order,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.