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 Kyrgyzstan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Yusef Lateef to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Big Daddy Kane,
U.S. Maple,
Soul II Soul,
Crash Course in Science,
Drive Like Jehu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lindisfarne,
Electric Prunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lower 48,
X-102,
The Smiths,
Zapp,
The J.B.'s,
Boredoms,
The Slits,
Excepter,
Public Enemy,
Arab on Radar,
Brothers Johnson,
Cybotron,
The Names,
Todd Rundgren,
a-ha,
The Pop Group,
Minny Pops,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fela Kuti,
Ten City,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Livin' Joy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric Copeland,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Human League,
Faraquet,
Saccharine Trust,
The Star Department,
The Knickerbockers,
Stiv Bators,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brass Construction,
The Techniques,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gun Club,
Sällskapet,
The Monks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Sheep,
Cameo,
Make Up,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
CMW,
Donny Hathaway,
The Last Poets,
Reuben Wilson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Talk Talk,
The Doobie Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.