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 United Kingdom and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 Archie Shepp to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Neu!,
Negative Approach,
Deepchord,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Spoonie Gee,
Dave Gahan,
Roxy Music,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Heaven 17,
Monks,
Judy Mowatt,
Todd Terry,
Dead Boys,
Scrapy,
Duran Duran,
Camouflage,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Underground Resistance,
Jacob Miller,
Brothers Johnson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Toni Rubio,
The Zeros,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pantytec,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bronski Beat,
Sandy B,
Aswad,
The Fuzztones,
Adolescents,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
R.M.O.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
James White and The Blacks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nas,
Gil Scott Heron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Unwound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Khruangbin,
The Monochrome Set,
Althea and Donna,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Slackers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pagans,
PIL,
DJ Sneak,
Davy DMX,
Maurizio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Evens,
Agitation Free,
Hoover,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.