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 Israel and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Offenders to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Altered Images,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jerry's Kids,
PIL,
X-Ray Spex,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mars,
Patti Smith,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Wyatt,
The Neon Judgement,
Infiniti,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vainqueur,
Rhythm & Sound,
L. Decosne,
The Fortunes,
Pulsallama,
Young Marble Giants,
The United States of America,
Theoretical Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Kool Moe Dee,
June of 44,
New Order,
Wolf Eyes,
Country Teasers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Zeros,
Cal Tjader,
Marmalade,
Lou Christie,
Maurizio,
Royal Trux,
Metal Thangz,
Sound Behaviour,
Mad Mike,
Magazine,
Kaleidoscope,
Jacques Brel,
Skarface,
Yazoo,
Rakim,
Black Pus,
Moss Icon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Darondo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Kinks,
The Walker Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
Joey Negro,
Shuggie Otis,
The Star Department,
Marvin Gaye,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nils Olav,
KRS-One,
Soul II Soul,
Ultra Naté,
Ornette Coleman,
Dave Gahan,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.