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 Belize and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Jacques Brel to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
New Order,
Niagra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barclay James Harvest,
Schoolly D,
Zero Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Lindisfarne,
Panda Bear,
Deakin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mantronix,
Cybotron,
Glenn Branca,
The Zeros,
Liliput,
OOIOO,
This Heat,
The Neon Judgement,
Bad Manners,
Tommy Roe,
Archie Shepp,
June of 44,
Wolf Eyes,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Slits,
The Barracudas,
Hardrive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Birthday Party,
The Move,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Metal Thangz,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Knickerbockers,
David McCallum,
Eric Copeland,
Cameo,
Henry Cow,
Blake Baxter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Motorama,
Barbara Tucker,
Amon Düül II,
Ohio Players,
The Selecter,
Drexciya,
Junior Murvin,
the Association,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Bob Dylan,
Yusef Lateef,
Chris Corsano,
Scion,
Parry Music,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.