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 Albania and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the rock 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy 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?
Mandrill,
Half Japanese,
The Fortunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Surgeon,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Intrusion,
Kaleidoscope,
Talk Talk,
Crime,
The Golliwogs,
Todd Terry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aaron Thompson,
Pulsallama,
Kool Moe Dee,
Royal Trux,
Fluxion,
X-101,
Gichy Dan,
Chris & Cosey,
Depeche Mode,
New Order,
UT,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Young Rascals,
Nils Olav,
Morten Harket,
Niagra,
The Doors,
Rotary Connection,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gap Band,
The Fall,
Severed Heads,
John Cale,
Eric Dolphy,
Oneida,
Lou Reed,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roger Hodgson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joey Negro,
Babytalk,
Zero Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Spandau Ballet,
Das Ding,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Graham Central Station,
Minutemen,
Deepchord,
Livin' Joy,
Monks,
David McCallum,
KRS-One,
Deadbeat,
Fear,
Bobby Womack,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.