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 Georgia and from Mexico City.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Judy Mowatt to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Con Funk Shun,
Man Parrish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Los Fastidios,
Brick,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Traffic Nightmare,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quadrant,
Lucky Dragons,
David McCallum,
Andrew Hill,
Moby Grape,
Yellowson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Kaleidoscope,
Clear Light,
Carl Craig,
Wire,
Goldenarms,
Jeff Lynne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cameo,
Echospace,
Pantytec,
Robert Görl,
The Trojans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Warsaw,
Minor Threat,
Kas Product,
Schoolly D,
The Misunderstood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bang On A Can,
Joensuu 1685,
CMW,
Pole,
Livin' Joy,
Amazonics,
Sight & Sound,
Camberwell Now,
Von Mondo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rotary Connection,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Monochrome Set,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gun Club,
8 Eyed Spy,
Depeche Mode,
The American Breed,
Alton Ellis,
The Red Krayola,
Whodini,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Raincoats,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.