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 China 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 Minnie Riperton to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Yazoo,
China Crisis,
Kaleidoscope,
Bluetip,
Erasure,
Camouflage,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeff Mills,
Stockholm Monsters,
Boredoms,
Model 500,
The Star Department,
The Cramps,
Index,
Jawbox,
Matthew Halsall,
Maleditus Sound,
Masters at Work,
David McCallum,
Sparks,
Simply Red,
Procol Harum,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Outsiders,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
Mantronix,
The Smiths,
The Blues Magoos,
Donald Byrd,
Delta 5,
The Smoke,
Das Ding,
Groovy Waters,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Holt,
Pantaleimon,
Joey Negro,
Cybotron,
Wings,
Oneida,
New York Dolls,
Yellowson,
The Dead C,
Khruangbin,
The Divine Comedy,
Crooked Eye,
F. McDonald,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marine Girls,
ABBA,
Shuggie Otis,
Saccharine Trust,
Davy DMX,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gichy Dan,
Godley & Creme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.