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 Mauritania and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eric Dolphy to the grime 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Magazine,
Suburban Knight,
The Human League,
Icehouse,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barrington Levy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Altered Images,
Schoolly D,
Marine Girls,
Lower 48,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deadbeat,
Soft Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quantec,
The Smiths,
Bush Tetras,
Colin Newman,
Glenn Branca,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Smog,
Delta 5,
Hoover,
Simply Red,
Parry Music,
Gang of Four,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Public Image Ltd.,
James White and The Blacks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
D'Angelo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Electric Prunes,
The Victims,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sonny Sharrock,
Albert Ayler,
Warren Ellis,
Animal Collective,
Y Pants,
Brothers Johnson,
Joe Smooth,
The Monochrome Set,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Johnny Clarke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pantaleimon,
Charles Mingus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stiv Bators,
Moebius,
Bad Manners,
DJ Style,
Lalann,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cramps,
Dark Day,
Zapp,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.