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 Samoa and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Derrick May to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Remains,
The Zeros,
X-101,
Rakim,
MDC,
Reuben Wilson,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gap Band,
Charles Mingus,
Infiniti,
Kerri Chandler,
Jerry's Kids,
Ohio Players,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Outsiders,
Subhumans,
Matthew Halsall,
Second Layer,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Babytalk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Junior Murvin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Sonics,
The Selecter,
Fela Kuti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terry Callier,
New York Dolls,
The Doors,
Lightning Bolt,
Vladislav Delay,
Niagra,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oblivians,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Associates,
X-Ray Spex,
Roxette,
Freddie Wadling,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Smiths,
Suburban Knight,
Jeff Lynne,
Kayak,
KRS-One,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nas,
Crime,
The Slits,
Underground Resistance,
Tommy Roe,
Y Pants,
Drexciya,
Ronnie Foster,
Connie Case,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.