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 Fiji and from Milan.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 ABBA to the electroclash 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minny Pops,
The Electric Prunes,
Thompson Twins,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Green,
Harmonia,
H. Thieme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Wyatt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
Funkadelic,
World's Most,
The Five Americans,
Laurel Aitken,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Interpol,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Names,
The Birthday Party,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skarface,
The Litter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cluster,
Zero Boys,
Erasure,
Ronan,
Hardrive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Misunderstood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cybotron,
Bronski Beat,
Bauhaus,
Andrew Hill,
Bill Near,
U.S. Maple,
Tommy Roe,
The Gladiators,
Motorama,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Magma,
The Barracudas,
Main Source,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Pretty Things,
Ice-T,
Lightning Bolt,
The Invisible,
Charles Mingus,
Heaven 17,
Terry Callier,
The American Breed,
The Walker Brothers,
The Index,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.