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 Ukraine and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 Pulsallama to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Man Eating Sloth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fugazi,
Popol Vuh,
Alice Coltrane,
Interpol,
Boz Scaggs,
Second Layer,
Drive Like Jehu,
Skaos,
DNA,
Deadbeat,
The Wake,
Groovy Waters,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dead C,
Big Daddy Kane,
New Order,
Television Personalities,
Dave Gahan,
Monks,
Eve St. Jones,
Tomorrow,
Todd Rundgren,
The Remains,
Minutemen,
Slave,
Parry Music,
The Stooges,
Qualms,
Fela Kuti,
The Misunderstood,
Saccharine Trust,
Stiv Bators,
DJ Sneak,
Agent Orange,
Heaven 17,
The Motions,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Womack,
Reagan Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
X-101,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bad Manners,
X-Ray Spex,
Motorama,
Inner City,
Mark Hollis,
Tom Boy,
Infiniti,
Ossler,
Spoonie Gee,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Connie Case,
Al Stewart,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott Heron,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.