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 Vanuatu and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Max Romeo to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Zapp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fad Gadget,
The Stooges,
Simply Red,
Franke,
Tomorrow,
The Cowsills,
Q65,
David McCallum,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Associates,
Freddie Wadling,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kaleidoscope,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Severed Heads,
Kurtis Blow,
Lightning Bolt,
Reuben Wilson,
Magazine,
Chrome,
Fear,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Toasters,
X-Ray Spex,
Spandau Ballet,
Henry Cow,
Soul II Soul,
Unrelated Segments,
Harry Pussy,
Barbara Tucker,
Archie Shepp,
Sonic Youth,
Brick,
Qualms,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Con Funk Shun,
Talk Talk,
Motorama,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Swans,
Rotary Connection,
Lalann,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Wyatt,
The Five Americans,
Ossler,
The Cure,
FM Einheit,
Joensuu 1685,
Tom Boy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.