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 Taiwan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 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 Infiniti to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Television Personalities,
Pole,
Circle Jerks,
Crooked Eye,
The Tremeloes,
Bang On A Can,
Joy Division,
Slave,
Tom Boy,
Monks,
Kurtis Blow,
Brand Nubian,
Lebanon Hanover,
Electric Prunes,
Skarface,
Lindisfarne,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Womack,
One Last Wish,
Chrome,
The Birthday Party,
Niagra,
Leonard Cohen,
Cymande,
The Busters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Knickerbockers,
The Blackbyrds,
Brothers Johnson,
the Association,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
Pylon,
Robert Hood,
Scrapy,
Erykah Badu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sonic Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Doors,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Searchers,
The Five Americans,
Cameo,
Peter & Gordon,
The Remains,
Radiohead,
Don Cherry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-102,
Make Up,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skriet,
Kerrie Biddell,
EPMD,
The Smoke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dead C,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.