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 Namibia and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Rhythm & Sound to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Goldenarms,
Boogie Down Productions,
Godley & Creme,
Massinfluence,
Dead Boys,
Brick,
Bluetip,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DNA,
Lungfish,
Joy Division,
Janne Schatter,
cv313,
Bronski Beat,
Funky Four + One,
Lebanon Hanover,
Slave,
Ten City,
Aswad,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dead C,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aaron Thompson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Easy Going,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
Intrusion,
Black Flag,
Whodini,
John Coltrane,
Khruangbin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neil Young,
The Fuzztones,
Unrelated Segments,
Negative Approach,
Eve St. Jones,
Circle Jerks,
Livin' Joy,
Kas Product,
Minnie Riperton,
The New Christs,
Adolescents,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sarah Menescal,
The Modern Lovers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott Heron,
Shuggie Otis,
Funkadelic,
Scientists,
Davy DMX,
The Toasters,
Hardrive,
Newcleus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blossom Toes,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.