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 Ecuador and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Althea and Donna,
Sugar Minott,
The Smoke,
New Order,
Pet Shop Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Hardrive,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moebius,
Gang of Four,
Siglo XX,
Robert Hood,
Basic Channel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Whodini,
Rosa Yemen,
Howard Jones,
The Barracudas,
The United States of America,
Camberwell Now,
Patti Smith,
D'Angelo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Y Pants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Pretty Things,
Scott Walker,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yaz,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rhythm & Sound,
Zapp,
Roxy Music,
Neil Young,
Delta 5,
F. McDonald,
a-ha,
Depeche Mode,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Byrd,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jesper Dahlback,
Altered Images,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Angry Samoans,
T. Rex,
Barry Ungar,
Mad Mike,
The Index,
Dennis Brown,
Cybotron,
Amon Düül II,
Black Bananas,
Bill Near,
Fugazi,
Tim Buckley,
Minutemen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.