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 Brunei and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Zero Boys to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rekid,
Junior Murvin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wings,
Moby Grape,
Jeff Lynne,
Grauzone,
Dorothy Ashby,
Half Japanese,
Carl Craig,
Sexual Harrassment,
Average White Band,
Minor Threat,
Anakelly,
Mantronix,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter & Gordon,
Bad Manners,
Freddie Wadling,
U.S. Maple,
Black Pus,
Mandrill,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang of Four,
EPMD,
Sight & Sound,
Lakeside,
The Fuzztones,
The Seeds,
Roy Ayers,
Zapp,
Scott Walker,
Nico,
Simply Red,
Angry Samoans,
Organ,
Archie Shepp,
Qualms,
Kerri Chandler,
Dennis Brown,
The Gladiators,
The Cure,
The Searchers,
Niagra,
Model 500,
Loose Ends,
Public Enemy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sugar Minott,
Minnie Riperton,
The Five Americans,
The Martian,
The Gun Club,
Kenny Larkin,
Erasure,
Echospace,
Panda Bear,
Nirvana,
The Knickerbockers,
Sällskapet,
The Offenders,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.