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 Sudan and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Bronski Beat to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Alison Limerick,
The Monochrome Set,
China Crisis,
The Mummies,
Sonic Youth,
Tomorrow,
The Durutti Column,
Roxette,
Pussy Galore,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bluetip,
Masters at Work,
Fela Kuti,
Sister Nancy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sound,
Vainqueur,
Stereo Dub,
Letta Mbulu,
Brick,
Kas Product,
Skarface,
Yazoo,
Funky Four + One,
Lee Hazlewood,
Depeche Mode,
Loose Ends,
Jeff Mills,
Janne Schatter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lightning Bolt,
Roy Ayers,
Moby Grape,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Byrd,
Babytalk,
Sugar Minott,
Ponytail,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bang On A Can,
The Count Five,
Minor Threat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Vogues,
John Lydon,
Audionom,
Gang Green,
Spoonie Gee,
Ronan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Half Japanese,
Pantytec,
Thee Headcoats,
The Saints,
Todd Terry,
Nils Olav,
Kaleidoscope,
Whodini,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.