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 Lebanon and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
The Knickerbockers,
Brass Construction,
Jawbox,
Procol Harum,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barrington Levy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Colin Newman,
Theoretical Girls,
Arcadia,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Saccharine Trust,
Quadrant,
Niagra,
Quantec,
Curtis Mayfield,
Swell Maps,
Japan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
R.M.O.,
John Cale,
Suburban Knight,
Neil Young,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mr. Review,
Blossom Toes,
The Real Kids,
OOIOO,
Moebius,
Susan Cadogan,
Jacques Brel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eli Mardock,
Roger Hodgson,
Mars,
Steve Hackett,
Supertramp,
Black Pus,
Magma,
La Düsseldorf,
X-Ray Spex,
The Walker Brothers,
Man Parrish,
Magazine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quando Quango,
Aural Exciters,
Easy Going,
Scratch Acid,
Subhumans,
June Days,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-101,
Mark Hollis,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.