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 Tuvalu and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Harpers Bizarre to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Quadrant,
Masters at Work,
The Evens,
Massinfluence,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Christie,
Joyce Sims,
The Smiths,
Nas,
Barrington Levy,
Carl Craig,
Technova,
Terry Callier,
Negative Approach,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joensuu 1685,
Minnie Riperton,
Agitation Free,
Soft Cell,
Matthew Halsall,
Faust,
Pole,
Shuggie Otis,
Scratch Acid,
Derrick May,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alison Limerick,
Archie Shepp,
FM Einheit,
The Invisible,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cymande,
Ossler,
Danielle Patucci,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Suicide,
Prince Buster,
The Moleskins,
Bang On A Can,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Magazine,
Bill Near,
The Techniques,
Sister Nancy,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun Ra,
Derrick Morgan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Schoolly D,
Marcia Griffiths,
F. McDonald,
The Music Machine,
Rekid,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Human League,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.