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 El Salvador and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric Copeland,
Banda Bassotti,
The Happenings,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Slits,
The Gap Band,
Sandy B,
Ronnie Foster,
Subhumans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeff Lynne,
Erykah Badu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Make Up,
Judy Mowatt,
Sarah Menescal,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boogie Down Productions,
Intrusion,
The Cramps,
Pierre Henry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nik Kershaw,
The Searchers,
Parry Music,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Siglo XX,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Christie,
The Sonics,
Robert Görl,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gichy Dan,
Cameo,
The Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dirtbombs,
Main Source,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aural Exciters,
Piero Umiliani,
10cc,
The Index,
Joe Finger,
Kas Product,
Massinfluence,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott Heron,
Motorama,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soulsonic Force,
Buzzcocks,
Dennis Brown,
Hashim,
Basic Channel,
The Mojo Men,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.