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 Mauritius and from Bologna.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Slick Rick to the grunge 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Eddi Front,
The Buckinghams,
Yusef Lateef,
Dark Day,
Black Bananas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cymande,
Buzzcocks,
Panda Bear,
The Associates,
MC5,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moss Icon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Theoretical Girls,
Inner City,
Absolute Body Control,
Pere Ubu,
Barrington Levy,
Rekid,
Nirvana,
Interpol,
Harpers Bizarre,
Severed Heads,
Drive Like Jehu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Donald Byrd,
Stereo Dub,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
The Residents,
Eden Ahbez,
Brand Nubian,
Erykah Badu,
Subhumans,
Depeche Mode,
The Beau Brummels,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Star Department,
Duran Duran,
OOIOO,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nick Fraelich,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
kango's stein massive,
Fatback Band,
Eli Mardock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Saccharine Trust,
Fat Boys,
Scion,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oneida,
Amon Düül II,
PIL,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.