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 Albania and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare 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 The Techniques to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Ice-T,
Sarah Menescal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fire Engines,
John Lydon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Evens,
The Divine Comedy,
Bob Dylan,
Brand Nubian,
Janne Schatter,
Moby Grape,
CMW,
Parry Music,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Connie Case,
Joyce Sims,
Bronski Beat,
the Bar-Kays,
T. Rex,
Oneida,
The Raincoats,
Quantec,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marvin Gaye,
Angry Samoans,
The J.B.'s,
Absolute Body Control,
Isaac Hayes,
The Selecter,
Glenn Branca,
Delta 5,
Yusef Lateef,
Bizarre Inc.,
Silicon Teens,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Human League,
DJ Style,
Bobby Sherman,
Panda Bear,
Television,
Bush Tetras,
Cecil Taylor,
La Düsseldorf,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Starr,
the Soft Cell,
Erykah Badu,
Radiopuhelimet,
U.S. Maple,
Brick,
Donald Byrd,
Siglo XX,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ornette Coleman,
Con Funk Shun,
the Slits,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.