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 Kazakhstan and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 Barbara Tucker to the jazz 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Eddi Front,
Urselle,
Aaron Thompson,
Bob Dylan,
Lower 48,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barrington Levy,
Cameo,
Neu!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moebius,
Yusef Lateef,
Fear,
The Gladiators,
The Slits,
Steve Hackett,
The Smiths,
Jeff Lynne,
The Remains,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deadbeat,
Porter Ricks,
The Mummies,
Mary Jane Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hashim,
Reuben Wilson,
Funkadelic,
Bauhaus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minny Pops,
Barbara Tucker,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scratch Acid,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Wyatt,
Fluxion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jawbox,
Grey Daturas,
June Days,
Darondo,
Eli Mardock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
This Heat,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-101,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare,
The Star Department,
Fatback Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Drexciya,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Association,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Hood,
Amon Düül,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.