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 Israel and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Underground Resistance to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Wake,
Fluxion,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Toni Rubio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeff Mills,
Blossom Toes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ornette Coleman,
Scion,
The Vogues,
Warren Ellis,
Con Funk Shun,
Pulsallama,
Lower 48,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Byrd,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ituana,
Tommy Roe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
June Days,
Circle Jerks,
Harry Pussy,
Motorama,
Section 25,
Avey Tare,
Kerri Chandler,
The Slackers,
The Electric Prunes,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Hood,
Arab on Radar,
Kas Product,
John Lydon,
10cc,
Royal Trux,
D'Angelo,
Josef K,
Ronan,
Grauzone,
EPMD,
Anthony Braxton,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Selecter,
Eddi Front,
Connie Case,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stiv Bators,
Tears for Fears,
Rapeman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.