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 Liberia and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the crunk 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Boredoms,
Q65,
Warsaw,
Cameo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gregory Isaacs,
10cc,
Sandy B,
Camouflage,
Kevin Saunderson,
Matthew Bourne,
Yazoo,
Television,
Angry Samoans,
Rotary Connection,
Dave Gahan,
Goldenarms,
Sarah Menescal,
Cymande,
MC5,
Soulsonic Force,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Swell Maps,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Reuben Wilson,
Don Cherry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Maurizio,
Kayak,
Rod Modell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David Axelrod,
Lightning Bolt,
Wolf Eyes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Porter Ricks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cowsills,
June Days,
Trumans Water,
The United States of America,
Tomorrow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun City Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jacques Brel,
Brass Construction,
The Count Five,
Donny Hathaway,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rosa Yemen,
UT,
Y Pants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Khruangbin,
Wings,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.