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 Papua New Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Index to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Sister Nancy,
Maurizio,
Skaos,
Organ,
Danielle Patucci,
Parry Music,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soul II Soul,
The Slackers,
Eurythmics,
Roxette,
The J.B.'s,
Albert Ayler,
Neil Young,
Fatback Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Godley & Creme,
The Index,
The Zeros,
Howard Jones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Skatalites,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soft Machine,
DJ Style,
Blancmange,
Marc Almond,
Wire,
The Remains,
Joey Negro,
Main Source,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fire Engines,
EPMD,
Arcadia,
The Names,
Kas Product,
Sixth Finger,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hoover,
David McCallum,
The Dead C,
10cc,
Jeff Mills,
Mad Mike,
Moebius,
The Knickerbockers,
Q and Not U,
Can,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aural Exciters,
Dual Sessions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tomorrow,
the Normal,
Robert Hood,
Sexual Harrassment,
Goldenarms,
Whodini,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.