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 Eritrea 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Reagan Youth to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
The Seeds,
Black Pus,
The Selecter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lower 48,
Scion,
Sun Ra,
Rhythm & Sound,
L. Decosne,
The Fall,
New Order,
Banda Bassotti,
Connie Case,
Excepter,
The Angels of Light,
Arthur Verocai,
Piero Umiliani,
Mad Mike,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joe Finger,
Barry Ungar,
Eddi Front,
The Kinks,
Pulsallama,
The Toasters,
Black Flag,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camouflage,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Sherman,
Pantytec,
Hoover,
Blossom Toes,
Nirvana,
Freddie Wadling,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Residents,
Quantec,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare,
Judy Mowatt,
The Techniques,
The Grass Roots,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wire,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amon Düül II,
The Cowsills,
Minny Pops,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ice-T,
The Sonics,
The Searchers,
UT,
Wasted Youth,
Fela Kuti,
David Bowie,
Tubeway Army,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.