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 Romania and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Lebanon Hanover to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rites of Spring,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soul II Soul,
Arthur Verocai,
Marshall Jefferson,
Erasure,
The Kinks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Evens,
Jawbox,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bush Tetras,
These Immortal Souls,
New York Dolls,
The Durutti Column,
Lyres,
Barbara Tucker,
Crash Course in Science,
Wasted Youth,
The Busters,
Connie Case,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wolf Eyes,
Moby Grape,
Dennis Brown,
Moss Icon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Standells,
ABC,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Young Marble Giants,
Marc Almond,
Pole,
John Coltrane,
The Toasters,
The J.B.'s,
Hoover,
Procol Harum,
CMW,
In Retrospect,
Suburban Knight,
Skaos,
Marine Girls,
John Holt,
The Human League,
The Birthday Party,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dirtbombs,
Skarface,
UT,
Circle Jerks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Toni Rubio,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.