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 Sierra Leone and from Copenhagen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Roy Ayers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Magazine,
Minnie Riperton,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Au Pairs,
Soft Machine,
Glenn Branca,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Donny Hathaway,
Max Romeo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marvin Gaye,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Busters,
Organ,
Wally Richardson,
Franke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aswad,
Gregory Isaacs,
Visage,
Delon & Dalcan,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Idris Muhammad,
X-101,
U.S. Maple,
Lower 48,
D'Angelo,
Prince Buster,
The Young Rascals,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
OOIOO,
The Pop Group,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Wyatt,
The Divine Comedy,
Frankie Knuckles,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Leaves,
Isaac Hayes,
Stiv Bators,
Suburban Knight,
Accadde A,
Buzzcocks,
Suicide,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Christie,
Davy DMX,
Hoover,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vladislav Delay,
Schoolly D,
Funky Four + One,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Massinfluence,
Cal Tjader,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.