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 Turkmenistan and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 One Last Wish to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Eli Mardock,
Funky Four + One,
Unrelated Segments,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Panda Bear,
Main Source,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Television,
Todd Terry,
In Retrospect,
Metal Thangz,
The Blues Magoos,
Aswad,
Smog,
Interpol,
Robert Görl,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ice-T,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eden Ahbez,
Anthony Braxton,
The Victims,
Grauzone,
Dawn Penn,
Kas Product,
D'Angelo,
The Sound,
Nils Olav,
Freddie Wadling,
H. Thieme,
Brick,
Pierre Henry,
48th St. Collective,
F. McDonald,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Litter,
The Busters,
The Dirtbombs,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Womack,
Magazine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Flesh Eaters,
DJ Sneak,
Lakeside,
Bobby Byrd,
The Doors,
Clear Light,
Soft Cell,
The Beau Brummels,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Starr,
Flamin' Groovies,
Section 25,
The Saints,
Ronan,
James White and The Blacks,
The Durutti Column,
The Moody Blues,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.