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 Barbados and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 The Doors to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Quadrant,
Grey Daturas,
Joe Finger,
Pole,
Lyres,
Cecil Taylor,
Icehouse,
Funkadelic,
Sandy B,
Swell Maps,
Metal Thangz,
The Velvet Underground,
Nico,
Chris Corsano,
The Stooges,
Man Eating Sloth,
Second Layer,
Public Enemy,
Tres Demented,
Au Pairs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wasted Youth,
Stereo Dub,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Leonard Cohen,
Joensuu 1685,
The Toasters,
The Electric Prunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soft Cell,
Depeche Mode,
Skaos,
Brick,
the Germs,
Rites of Spring,
EPMD,
Crooked Eye,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Five Americans,
The Vogues,
Jandek,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rotary Connection,
Connie Case,
The Buckinghams,
Fad Gadget,
The Standells,
Blancmange,
Letta Mbulu,
Country Teasers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mark Hollis,
These Immortal Souls,
Arab on Radar,
Toni Rubio,
Stiv Bators,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Popol Vuh,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.