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 Laos and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Copeland to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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,
Dual Sessions,
Inner City,
The Move,
Cal Tjader,
Rakim,
Television Personalities,
Country Teasers,
Duran Duran,
Sound Behaviour,
JFA,
the Germs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Slits,
Minnie Riperton,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quando Quango,
The Techniques,
Carl Craig,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Basic Channel,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Byrd,
Stereo Dub,
Tears for Fears,
a-ha,
Scan 7,
Ornette Coleman,
The Last Poets,
Angry Samoans,
Eddi Front,
Lebanon Hanover,
D'Angelo,
Tommy Roe,
Ice-T,
Cameo,
Babytalk,
The Mojo Men,
Rotary Connection,
Barry Ungar,
The Birthday Party,
Flamin' Groovies,
Electric Prunes,
Echospace,
Cabaret Voltaire,
T. Rex,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Music Machine,
Mr. Review,
Kerrie Biddell,
Icehouse,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Arthur Verocai,
Stetsasonic,
Deepchord,
Ituana,
Absolute Body Control,
Joey Negro,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.