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 Cameroon and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Stereo Dub to the electroclash 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Tremeloes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Toasters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Suicide,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Visage,
The Star Department,
Cal Tjader,
Excepter,
Audionom,
Maurizio,
The Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Unwound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Monolake,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Popol Vuh,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mary Jane Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fluxion,
Gong,
Con Funk Shun,
The Walker Brothers,
Marc Almond,
Country Teasers,
Ken Boothe,
Pierre Henry,
the Soft Cell,
This Heat,
June of 44,
Terry Callier,
FM Einheit,
Erykah Badu,
Boredoms,
Clear Light,
New York Dolls,
Neu!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eurythmics,
the Human League,
Brand Nubian,
Nik Kershaw,
Mr. Review,
Marine Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
LL Cool J,
The Happenings,
Silicon Teens,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DNA,
The Misunderstood,
Soft Cell,
Echospace,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.