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 Kosovo and from London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 rap 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
the Normal,
KRS-One,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Banda Bassotti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Golliwogs,
Bill Near,
Sound Behaviour,
Amon Düül,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Spandau Ballet,
The Skatalites,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jandek,
Model 500,
Wolf Eyes,
Buzzcocks,
The Mojo Men,
The Evens,
Soft Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Motions,
Excepter,
MDC,
Henry Cow,
Peter and Kerry,
Thompson Twins,
Tim Buckley,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sister Nancy,
T.S.O.L.,
Supertramp,
The Sonics,
Maurizio,
Faust,
Prince Buster,
X-101,
Alice Coltrane,
Angry Samoans,
Newcleus,
Sun Ra,
The Fire Engines,
Black Moon,
Camouflage,
Max Romeo,
Vladislav Delay,
Desert Stars,
Juan Atkins,
The Neon Judgement,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scientists,
Aswad,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Doors,
Matthew Halsall,
Boredoms,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.