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 Cyprus 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Stetsasonic to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultra Naté,
The Knickerbockers,
Brick,
Royal Trux,
OOIOO,
Reuben Wilson,
Sandy B,
Y Pants,
Easy Going,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joe Smooth,
Rakim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crime,
Black Bananas,
The Gladiators,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yazoo,
Yusef Lateef,
Procol Harum,
Monks,
The Gun Club,
Visage,
June of 44,
Derrick May,
Drexciya,
Camberwell Now,
Darondo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wings,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Gang Dance,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultravox,
The Walker Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
Hashim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
ABC,
Joey Negro,
The Evens,
Sugar Minott,
Kas Product,
Surgeon,
Pylon,
A Certain Ratio,
Gong,
Oneida,
Ituana,
UT,
Joyce Sims,
Electric Prunes,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sound,
Rekid,
Fatback Band,
The Real Kids,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.