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 Indonesia and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Frankie Knuckles to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hot Snakes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mars,
Lindisfarne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ituana,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Moon,
The Real Kids,
The Invisible,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yazoo,
8 Eyed Spy,
FM Einheit,
The Five Americans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Judy Mowatt,
Bush Tetras,
The Cure,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Inner City,
Eli Mardock,
UT,
The J.B.'s,
Idris Muhammad,
Jacob Miller,
La Düsseldorf,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Wyatt,
The Seeds,
Man Parrish,
R.M.O.,
Motorama,
Wasted Youth,
Dual Sessions,
Quando Quango,
Chris & Cosey,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nas,
Arab on Radar,
Accadde A,
Joensuu 1685,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Misunderstood,
Amon Düül,
Fluxion,
Half Japanese,
The Motions,
Nils Olav,
The Star Department,
Warsaw,
Electric Prunes,
Organ,
China Crisis,
Stereo Dub,
10cc,
Pere Ubu,
The Gories,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.