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 Luxembourg and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Funkadelic to the jazz 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
The Star Department,
Talk Talk,
Porter Ricks,
Matthew Halsall,
Gichy Dan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Todd Terry,
Junior Murvin,
Ohio Players,
K-Klass,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Pop Group,
Scratch Acid,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jacques Brel,
Toni Rubio,
Sun Ra,
Isaac Hayes,
the Bar-Kays,
The Litter,
Neil Young,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fugazi,
Agitation Free,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fela Kuti,
Alton Ellis,
Parry Music,
Juan Atkins,
The Moody Blues,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crooked Eye,
Simply Red,
Gastr Del Sol,
Supertramp,
Altered Images,
Flash Fearless,
Masters at Work,
Intrusion,
Agent Orange,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ken Boothe,
The Victims,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dead C,
In Retrospect,
Sonic Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joy Division,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Velvet Underground,
Tommy Roe,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Smiths,
Vladislav Delay,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roy Ayers,
The Five Americans,
The Seeds,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.