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 Tajikistan and from New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Isaac Hayes to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skaos,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Knickerbockers,
Talk Talk,
Funkadelic,
This Heat,
Mark Hollis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sixth Finger,
Spoonie Gee,
Judy Mowatt,
Sparks,
Sound Behaviour,
The Techniques,
Andrew Hill,
kango's stein massive,
the Bar-Kays,
Deadbeat,
Pulsallama,
Minutemen,
Sister Nancy,
Half Japanese,
Derrick Morgan,
The Skatalites,
Mandrill,
Yusef Lateef,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Susan Cadogan,
Ten City,
Grandmaster Flash,
Max Romeo,
Motorama,
The Offenders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Anakelly,
Sandy B,
Lungfish,
Godley & Creme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
Traffic Nightmare,
Siglo XX,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eden Ahbez,
The Velvet Underground,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Whodini,
E-Dancer,
Jacob Miller,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joe Finger,
Maleditus Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Adolescents,
Absolute Body Control,
Morten Harket,
Junior Murvin,
Scrapy,
Eric Dolphy,
Mad Mike,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.