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 Chile and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bronski Beat to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
DJ Style,
Saccharine Trust,
Eddi Front,
The Residents,
Niagra,
the Normal,
Ludus,
Delta 5,
Jawbox,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sonic Youth,
Magma,
The Busters,
Juan Atkins,
The Durutti Column,
Kayak,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fall,
Nirvana,
Chris Corsano,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-Ray Spex,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David Axelrod,
This Heat,
Josef K,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moebius,
Franke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Moleskins,
Peter and Kerry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
kango's stein massive,
Half Japanese,
The Five Americans,
Essential Logic,
Audionom,
Arthur Verocai,
Quadrant,
the Soft Cell,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soulsonic Force,
UT,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eurythmics,
Banda Bassotti,
Zero Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Amon Düül II,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Moody Blues,
Soul Sonic Force,
Shuggie Otis,
CMW,
The Tremeloes,
Barbara Tucker,
Yusef Lateef,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.