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 Kazakhstan and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 Soul II Soul to the rock 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Görl,
Depeche Mode,
Reuben Wilson,
The Young Rascals,
Bootsy Collins,
Suburban Knight,
The Doors,
cv313,
A Certain Ratio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eurythmics,
Deepchord,
Minnie Riperton,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soft Machine,
Whodini,
Unrelated Segments,
Schoolly D,
Man Parrish,
the Swans,
CMW,
Cheater Slicks,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marine Girls,
Joe Finger,
Matthew Bourne,
Accadde A,
Drexciya,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Slave,
John Foxx,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wings,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Index,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Trojans,
Agitation Free,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crime,
The Barracudas,
The Sonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Sheep,
Infiniti,
B.T. Express,
The Vogues,
Rosa Yemen,
Sam Rivers,
Cybotron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Siglo XX,
June of 44,
Kaleidoscope,
Ice-T,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.