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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Vainqueur to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Deepchord,
Rhythm & Sound,
Motorama,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pussy Galore,
Vainqueur,
Barbara Tucker,
Max Romeo,
Cameo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Icehouse,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dead C,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minny Pops,
The Monochrome Set,
Yellowson,
The J.B.'s,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stetsasonic,
Dennis Brown,
Radio Birdman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Doors,
Royal Trux,
Khruangbin,
X-101,
Lyres,
Young Marble Giants,
The Monks,
DJ Style,
Tres Demented,
Mary Jane Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wings,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Absolute Body Control,
The Last Poets,
T.S.O.L.,
Television Personalities,
The Slackers,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bang On A Can,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boz Scaggs,
Davy DMX,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tomorrow,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Count Five,
The Residents,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Görl,
R.M.O.,
Sandy B,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.