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 Dominica and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Lalann to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Angry Samoans,
Pantytec,
The Fuzztones,
Crooked Eye,
The Slits,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scientists,
Blake Baxter,
Grey Daturas,
Porter Ricks,
Dave Gahan,
Rosa Yemen,
Panda Bear,
cv313,
Essential Logic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minor Threat,
Siglo XX,
The Gladiators,
Main Source,
Lou Christie,
Lower 48,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Au Pairs,
the Swans,
The Knickerbockers,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fortunes,
UT,
Lakeside,
The Zeros,
Sandy B,
Masters at Work,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moebius,
Sister Nancy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moss Icon,
Harmonia,
Young Marble Giants,
Boz Scaggs,
Andrew Hill,
The Misunderstood,
Malaria!,
Sugar Minott,
Mr. Review,
Liliput,
Pierre Henry,
Skarface,
Sun Ra,
Gong,
Bronski Beat,
Hasil Adkins,
The Selecter,
Gabor Szabo,
Eve St. Jones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.