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 Bolivia and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kinks to the rock 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pole,
The Smiths,
Loose Ends,
The Durutti Column,
D'Angelo,
The Toasters,
Joe Finger,
Bootsy Collins,
The Saints,
Flash Fearless,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Spoonie Gee,
Sixth Finger,
Babytalk,
Kaleidoscope,
The Divine Comedy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tomorrow,
Quadrant,
Fela Kuti,
Joensuu 1685,
Brass Construction,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fortunes,
Soul II Soul,
Letta Mbulu,
Unrelated Segments,
Model 500,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Magazine,
Pagans,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Sheep,
Vladislav Delay,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harmonia,
MC5,
Glenn Branca,
Morten Harket,
The Fall,
Neil Young,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The United States of America,
Skarface,
Derrick Morgan,
Subhumans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Massinfluence,
Bronski Beat,
Ohio Players,
Agitation Free,
John Coltrane,
Joe Smooth,
Max Romeo,
The Gladiators,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pylon,
Parry Music,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.