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 Grenada and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
DJ Sneak,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Martian,
Fela Kuti,
Country Teasers,
Livin' Joy,
Eric Copeland,
the Slits,
Sam Rivers,
Mad Mike,
Depeche Mode,
Man Eating Sloth,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultra Naté,
The Wake,
Deadbeat,
Andrew Hill,
Black Flag,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joey Negro,
Joyce Sims,
Scratch Acid,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric B and Rakim,
Von Mondo,
Alice Coltrane,
DNA,
Davy DMX,
Visage,
X-Ray Spex,
The Leaves,
The Walker Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flash Fearless,
Bluetip,
Matthew Halsall,
Vainqueur,
Susan Cadogan,
The Mojo Men,
Jerry Gold Smith,
June Days,
Tomorrow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aaron Thompson,
Sixth Finger,
The Gap Band,
Gang Green,
Easy Going,
Pole,
Bill Wells,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ken Boothe,
Grauzone,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cal Tjader,
OOIOO,
Scientists,
Yellowson,
The Doors,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.