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 Jamaica and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lungfish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Morten Harket,
the Association,
The Moody Blues,
Skaos,
The Human League,
These Immortal Souls,
Ohio Players,
the Fania All-Stars,
Funkadelic,
The Sound,
Visage,
Main Source,
Sister Nancy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scientists,
Wasted Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moebius,
The Litter,
Nik Kershaw,
Scratch Acid,
The Index,
DNA,
The Star Department,
Basic Channel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Schoolly D,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rapeman,
Barry Ungar,
Derrick May,
Harry Pussy,
Cheater Slicks,
the Germs,
The Durutti Column,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marshall Jefferson,
The New Christs,
Soft Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New Age Steppers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Steve Hackett,
Quadrant,
Absolute Body Control,
Jerry's Kids,
The Beau Brummels,
Lalann,
Loose Ends,
New York Dolls,
Robert Hood,
Jeff Mills,
Nils Olav,
T.S.O.L.,
Alice Coltrane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.