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 States and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 Blancmange to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Average White Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eurythmics,
Nation of Ulysses,
June Days,
The Busters,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mojo Men,
F. McDonald,
The Victims,
Sonny Sharrock,
Funky Four + One,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric Dolphy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
This Heat,
Arthur Verocai,
X-101,
Sonic Youth,
The Cowsills,
Zero Boys,
Qualms,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Görl,
Warren Ellis,
FM Einheit,
Altered Images,
The Barracudas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gong,
Bobby Byrd,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Christie,
Alison Limerick,
Suicide,
Urselle,
The Dirtbombs,
Popol Vuh,
Tears for Fears,
Patti Smith,
Soft Cell,
Stiv Bators,
Tubeway Army,
Soulsonic Force,
R.M.O.,
The Pop Group,
Gang Green,
Letta Mbulu,
Con Funk Shun,
a-ha,
Eli Mardock,
The Electric Prunes,
The Grass Roots,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Faust,
Marine Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Y Pants,
Chrome,
Spoonie Gee,
The Slits,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.