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 Marshall Islands and from Manchester.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sam Rivers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Sherman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yaz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jacques Brel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Archie Shepp,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skaos,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flash Fearless,
Black Pus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Zero Boys,
The Remains,
Suicide,
Leonard Cohen,
These Immortal Souls,
Crime,
Pussy Galore,
The Index,
Agent Orange,
The Stooges,
Lucky Dragons,
The Residents,
Ohio Players,
Robert Wyatt,
The Saints,
Reuben Wilson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Porter Ricks,
Prince Buster,
Chris & Cosey,
Anakelly,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Max Romeo,
The Gun Club,
Japan,
The Monochrome Set,
Barry Ungar,
Sight & Sound,
Funkadelic,
Joensuu 1685,
The Names,
Traffic Nightmare,
Massinfluence,
Nico,
The Human League,
Magma,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Red Krayola,
The Dead C,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang of Four,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bush Tetras,
Talk Talk,
Ultimate Spinach,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.