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 Barbados and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Smog to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lakeside,
Ponytail,
Archie Shepp,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pulsallama,
The Slits,
Thee Headcoats,
UT,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Smoke,
Roxette,
Mo-Dettes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Funkadelic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bill Near,
Monolake,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Toasters,
Quadrant,
Deakin,
Laurel Aitken,
Eden Ahbez,
Aswad,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kerri Chandler,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quantec,
Danielle Patucci,
The Standells,
Pagans,
Maurizio,
Unwound,
The J.B.'s,
Arab on Radar,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed,
Fad Gadget,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter and Kerry,
Japan,
June of 44,
Fat Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Smiths,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dirtbombs,
Graham Central Station,
Liliput,
Negative Approach,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kevin Saunderson,
Eve St. Jones,
The Star Department,
Rapeman,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.