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 Lithuania and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 EPMD to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
JFA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Suicide,
Freddie Wadling,
Arab on Radar,
Nas,
The Misunderstood,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cheater Slicks,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mojo Men,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cymande,
Loose Ends,
the Normal,
LL Cool J,
The Martian,
Pere Ubu,
Youth Brigade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kerri Chandler,
The Monochrome Set,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neil Young,
Rotary Connection,
Mission of Burma,
Mars,
Slave,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Patti Smith,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mummies,
Juan Atkins,
Dawn Penn,
The Index,
Sällskapet,
Swell Maps,
Donny Hathaway,
Lindisfarne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Sherman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
R.M.O.,
The Motions,
Urselle,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fall,
Matthew Halsall,
Little Man,
The Remains,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Litter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Godley & Creme,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.