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 Guinea-Bissau and from Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Holger Czukay 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 Fire Engines to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Quantec,
Jeff Lynne,
Yellowson,
Niagra,
Nik Kershaw,
The Blues Magoos,
Slave,
Yazoo,
Television Personalities,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deakin,
Ohio Players,
Brothers Johnson,
Au Pairs,
Public Enemy,
Black Sheep,
Cheater Slicks,
The Wake,
Skarface,
Stereo Dub,
Japan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
FM Einheit,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sound Behaviour,
The Moody Blues,
Ronnie Foster,
Scientists,
Archie Shepp,
Connie Case,
Popol Vuh,
D'Angelo,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Green,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sonic Youth,
The Mummies,
The Raincoats,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aswad,
Lightning Bolt,
Funky Four + One,
Crash Course in Science,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Bar-Kays,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Symarip,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Womack,
Bluetip,
Amon Düül,
Joey Negro,
Eurythmics,
Zapp,
The Associates,
Country Teasers,
Main Source,
New York Dolls,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.