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 Brazil and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the dance 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Oneida,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
JFA,
Depeche Mode,
Section 25,
The Remains,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Khruangbin,
John Holt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang of Four,
Lindisfarne,
Talk Talk,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fat Boys,
Colin Newman,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
KRS-One,
Deadbeat,
Albert Ayler,
Letta Mbulu,
Sparks,
Silicon Teens,
The Standells,
Slave,
Warsaw,
Ralphi Rosario,
Suicide,
Magma,
Excepter,
Panda Bear,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Leaves,
Erasure,
La Düsseldorf,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brand Nubian,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fire Engines,
Lalann,
Rapeman,
Piero Umiliani,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aswad,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thee Headcoats,
Jawbox,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rosa Yemen,
Johnny Clarke,
Wasted Youth,
Arab on Radar,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ornette Coleman,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.