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 Thailand and from Bremen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Last Poets to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Roy Ayers,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Seeds,
Banda Bassotti,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alice Coltrane,
Index,
Ossler,
Amon Düül,
Sight & Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Deakin,
David Bowie,
Boogie Down Productions,
a-ha,
Con Funk Shun,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeff Lynne,
The Shadows of Knight,
The J.B.'s,
The Vogues,
The Blues Magoos,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Move,
Heaven 17,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sound,
The Fortunes,
The Martian,
Steve Hackett,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Junior Murvin,
Tears for Fears,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Essential Logic,
Moss Icon,
The Doors,
Intrusion,
Hashim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Little Man,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flipper,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grandmaster Flash,
La Düsseldorf,
Roxette,
Althea and Donna,
Pierre Henry,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Toni Rubio,
cv313,
Freddie Wadling,
Blossom Toes,
Neu!,
Circle Jerks,
David Axelrod,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jeff Mills,
The Neon Judgement,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.