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 Nicaragua and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Nik Kershaw to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marshall Jefferson,
Goldenarms,
Wolf Eyes,
Ronnie Foster,
Rod Modell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Real Kids,
The Wake,
The Sonics,
The Misunderstood,
Country Teasers,
Scott Walker,
The Monochrome Set,
X-101,
Marcia Griffiths,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dawn Penn,
Donny Hathaway,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
Easy Going,
Ultra Naté,
John Cale,
The Mojo Men,
Man Parrish,
Pole,
The Residents,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Coltrane,
Connie Case,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mummies,
Y Pants,
Brick,
The Music Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
Los Fastidios,
Ten City,
Ludus,
Monolake,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jerry's Kids,
Kool Moe Dee,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Au Pairs,
Intrusion,
The United States of America,
cv313,
Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Maleditus Sound,
China Crisis,
U.S. Maple,
New Order,
Sällskapet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.