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 Kenya and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
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 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 Mark Hollis to the jazz 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Arcadia,
Connie Case,
KRS-One,
Godley & Creme,
Marmalade,
Desert Stars,
Juan Atkins,
Second Layer,
Q and Not U,
Robert Hood,
Sparks,
The Mummies,
Ituana,
Boz Scaggs,
Prince Buster,
Urselle,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joe Smooth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Drive Like Jehu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mr. Review,
Absolute Body Control,
Liliput,
kango's stein massive,
A Certain Ratio,
Sugar Minott,
Hasil Adkins,
The Human League,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Walker Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
One Last Wish,
ABBA,
DJ Style,
Brand Nubian,
The Pop Group,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fatback Band,
Jeff Mills,
cv313,
Maurizio,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Names,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joy Division,
Monolake,
Skaos,
The Electric Prunes,
Whodini,
Agitation Free,
Alison Limerick,
Lindisfarne,
Easy Going,
The Cosmic Jokers,
B.T. Express,
Isaac Hayes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bill Wells,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.