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 Slovakia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jacques Brel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Symarip,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
cv313,
Faust,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Swans,
Mr. Review,
Robert Wyatt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tommy Roe,
Godley & Creme,
Youth Brigade,
Mad Mike,
Idris Muhammad,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Searchers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wire,
Mark Hollis,
David McCallum,
Echospace,
Stetsasonic,
The Evens,
Easy Going,
Matthew Halsall,
Fluxion,
The Toasters,
Blake Baxter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Blues Magoos,
Roy Ayers,
The Dead C,
The Star Department,
EPMD,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rekid,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Charles Mingus,
Flipper,
Man Parrish,
Royal Trux,
Joe Finger,
The Pop Group,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wasted Youth,
U.S. Maple,
Procol Harum,
Don Cherry,
Silicon Teens,
Icehouse,
Talk Talk,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.