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 Somalia and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
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 spring reverb 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 The Count Five to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wire,
The Velvet Underground,
New Order,
K-Klass,
Gang of Four,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fluxion,
Henry Cow,
Dawn Penn,
Nas,
Minny Pops,
June of 44,
Sparks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Babytalk,
The Pretty Things,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Supertramp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Spandau Ballet,
Rites of Spring,
Aloha Tigers,
Index,
Negative Approach,
Circle Jerks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gerry Rafferty,
LL Cool J,
ABBA,
Outsiders,
Roy Ayers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Walker Brothers,
the Slits,
The Detroit Cobras,
Talk Talk,
Mr. Review,
The Gladiators,
Hashim,
Accadde A,
Jeff Mills,
Max Romeo,
The Star Department,
China Crisis,
Jeru the Damaja,
UT,
Zero Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Kaleidoscope,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Move,
MDC,
Rufus Thomas,
Eden Ahbez,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Susan Cadogan,
Funky Four + One,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hot Snakes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.