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 Russia and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Divine Comedy to the crunk 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Gichy Dan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pole,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Five Americans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Janne Schatter,
Dark Day,
The Leaves,
Minny Pops,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bad Manners,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eden Ahbez,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Womack,
Roxy Music,
Tim Buckley,
Yaz,
Slick Rick,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Skatalites,
Rufus Thomas,
Delta 5,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Black Dice,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Todd Terry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rhythm & Sound,
David Bowie,
Depeche Mode,
Nils Olav,
Stetsasonic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
a-ha,
Rakim,
Icehouse,
Main Source,
Pere Ubu,
Laurel Aitken,
D'Angelo,
The Victims,
Blake Baxter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Maleditus Sound,
The Searchers,
Derrick May,
Leonard Cohen,
Drexciya,
Minor Threat,
The Last Poets,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pantytec,
Terrestrial Tones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Toasters,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.