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 Liechtenstein and from London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kenny Larkin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Yaz,
The Associates,
Hasil Adkins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Letta Mbulu,
The J.B.'s,
Ice-T,
Camouflage,
La Düsseldorf,
Nik Kershaw,
The Smoke,
T.S.O.L.,
F. McDonald,
Reagan Youth,
The Misunderstood,
Sound Behaviour,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Model 500,
Second Layer,
Peter and Kerry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
CMW,
Index,
Ronnie Foster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camberwell Now,
Moss Icon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eric Dolphy,
The Durutti Column,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gichy Dan,
Pulsallama,
The Slits,
Cybotron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Anthony Braxton,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Babytalk,
Accadde A,
Donald Byrd,
The Angels of Light,
The Walker Brothers,
Patti Smith,
The Toasters,
Warsaw,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Busters,
Peter & Gordon,
Brand Nubian,
Cluster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bauhaus,
Heaven 17,
Radio Birdman,
Joey Negro,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.