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 Singapore and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Peter and Kerry to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Can,
Gichy Dan,
Gabor Szabo,
Joyce Sims,
Gastr Del Sol,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Funky Four + One,
Bluetip,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barry Ungar,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Sheep,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marine Girls,
Wings,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Yazoo,
The Music Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scrapy,
Faraquet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mandrill,
Derrick Morgan,
Josef K,
Cluster,
Kas Product,
Jawbox,
The Leaves,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marc Almond,
The Mummies,
Bob Dylan,
Arab on Radar,
The Birthday Party,
James White and The Blacks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Derrick May,
Banda Bassotti,
Kurtis Blow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nation of Ulysses,
Connie Case,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thompson Twins,
The Slackers,
Excepter,
Radio Birdman,
Average White Band,
Jeff Mills,
Rotary Connection,
Joey Negro,
Delta 5,
The Count Five,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.