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 Kenya and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bad Manners to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Graham Central Station,
Oneida,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Loose Ends,
Easy Going,
David Bowie,
Newcleus,
Radiohead,
Don Cherry,
Schoolly D,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fuzztones,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Sherman,
Joyce Sims,
Stetsasonic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Pretty Things,
Deadbeat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
KRS-One,
Sugar Minott,
Bronski Beat,
The Beau Brummels,
Rakim,
Jeff Mills,
Little Man,
Delta 5,
The Buckinghams,
The Saints,
Absolute Body Control,
CMW,
LL Cool J,
Soul Sonic Force,
Funky Four + One,
Black Bananas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eddi Front,
X-Ray Spex,
The Stooges,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joensuu 1685,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sparks,
Goldenarms,
The Sonics,
Yaz,
The Human League,
Heaven 17,
Royal Trux,
MC5,
Technova,
Bob Dylan,
Archie Shepp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sandy B,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.