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 Moldova and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the crunk 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith 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?
The Residents,
Blossom Toes,
Jawbox,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fuzztones,
Whodini,
The Standells,
Lakeside,
Stiv Bators,
Bootsy Collins,
Cheater Slicks,
Japan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
ABC,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Urselle,
Reagan Youth,
Faraquet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Slave,
Unwound,
David McCallum,
Malaria!,
The Tremeloes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aloha Tigers,
Erasure,
Godley & Creme,
Ultimate Spinach,
Supertramp,
Gang of Four,
A Certain Ratio,
Janne Schatter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Byrd,
The Last Poets,
Schoolly D,
Frankie Knuckles,
Surgeon,
Charles Mingus,
Darondo,
The Real Kids,
Alphaville,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Slackers,
DJ Style,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mad Mike,
Hardrive,
Babytalk,
Jeff Mills,
Kerri Chandler,
Danielle Patucci,
Erykah Badu,
Camberwell Now,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wasted Youth,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.