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 Guinea-Bissau and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Glenn Branca to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Black Sheep,
Laurel Aitken,
Connie Case,
X-102,
Hoover,
Black Moon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Index,
Little Man,
Brand Nubian,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang Starr,
Nation of Ulysses,
Basic Channel,
the Slits,
Lungfish,
The Fire Engines,
Echospace,
Quadrant,
Yusef Lateef,
Infiniti,
Bronski Beat,
AZ,
Model 500,
Jacob Miller,
Funky Four + One,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Average White Band,
Ken Boothe,
Kayak,
The J.B.'s,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
World's Most,
Skriet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fatback Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Country Teasers,
Von Mondo,
Arthur Verocai,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kerrie Biddell,
Faraquet,
The Last Poets,
Das Ding,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Amon Düül,
Maurizio,
Yazoo,
The Count Five,
Nick Fraelich,
Quando Quango,
Sam Rivers,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Reed,
Magma,
Idris Muhammad,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.