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 Tuvalu and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rakim,
PIL,
Joy Division,
Lungfish,
The Seeds,
Unrelated Segments,
CMW,
The Victims,
Second Layer,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neil Young,
The Tremeloes,
E-Dancer,
FM Einheit,
Scrapy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Derrick May,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Shoche,
John Lydon,
Robert Wyatt,
Grey Daturas,
Isaac Hayes,
Joey Negro,
D'Angelo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Siglo XX,
Laurel Aitken,
Cal Tjader,
Bootsy Collins,
Yellowson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fat Boys,
The Gun Club,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Funkadelic,
Susan Cadogan,
Eurythmics,
Bang On A Can,
Spoonie Gee,
Alison Limerick,
Warsaw,
Ten City,
Jesper Dahlback,
Little Man,
Camouflage,
Minnie Riperton,
Boz Scaggs,
Magazine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Starr,
The Standells,
Clear Light,
Brand Nubian,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scan 7,
Nico,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.