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 Morocco and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 Black Bananas to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Tom Boy,
Liliput,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
World's Most,
Slick Rick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stereo Dub,
Sight & Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
Ludus,
Quadrant,
The Knickerbockers,
Soul II Soul,
Drive Like Jehu,
Royal Trux,
Susan Cadogan,
The American Breed,
Duran Duran,
Flash Fearless,
New Age Steppers,
Lungfish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Selecter,
Guru Guru,
Mo-Dettes,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Velvet Underground,
The J.B.'s,
Janne Schatter,
Model 500,
Nils Olav,
Grandmaster Flash,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joe Smooth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DJ Style,
Amazonics,
Surgeon,
John Coltrane,
Mantronix,
Scott Walker,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pulsallama,
Lalo Schifrin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fat Boys,
Grey Daturas,
The Slackers,
Glenn Branca,
The Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crispy Ambulance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Michelle Simonal,
Gabor Szabo,
Half Japanese,
In Retrospect,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.