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 Gabon and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the grime 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crash Course in Science,
Can,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Names,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Dave Clark Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fortunes,
Pussy Galore,
China Crisis,
Anakelly,
Charles Mingus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grauzone,
Michelle Simonal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Man Parrish,
Animal Collective,
Tim Buckley,
Scion,
Tom Boy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Standells,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter and Kerry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blossom Toes,
Chris & Cosey,
Cybotron,
Idris Muhammad,
Erykah Badu,
The Velvet Underground,
Alphaville,
Spandau Ballet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yaz,
Hoover,
The Happenings,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marshall Jefferson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Talk Talk,
Ice-T,
Eric B and Rakim,
Index,
Wally Richardson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nik Kershaw,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Matthew Bourne,
R.M.O.,
a-ha,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Associates,
Dual Sessions,
Ituana,
Grey Daturas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.