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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Move to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fuzztones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fatback Band,
David Bowie,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Popol Vuh,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aaron Thompson,
Moby Grape,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Interpol,
Absolute Body Control,
Kool Moe Dee,
Colin Newman,
KRS-One,
Faust,
The Invisible,
Zapp,
Minny Pops,
Eddi Front,
Saccharine Trust,
The Birthday Party,
Sound Behaviour,
Marine Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bush Tetras,
Whodini,
DNA,
Kenny Larkin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Al Stewart,
Danielle Patucci,
Henry Cow,
The Doors,
Scion,
Trumans Water,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joe Smooth,
Unwound,
the Sonics,
John Coltrane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jawbox,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Normal,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Sherman,
The Zeros,
Technova,
Scan 7,
Arthur Verocai,
Judy Mowatt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ornette Coleman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Agitation Free,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fall,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.