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 and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 Ten City to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Adolescents,
Dual Sessions,
Joey Negro,
Anakelly,
The Victims,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lower 48,
Lalann,
Sun City Girls,
Deakin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bluetip,
Mad Mike,
The Gories,
The Standells,
Bobby Sherman,
The Busters,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Wyatt,
The Misunderstood,
Minnie Riperton,
Smog,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Last Poets,
Groovy Waters,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gap Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ituana,
Magma,
H. Thieme,
Pantaleimon,
World's Most,
Theoretical Girls,
Audionom,
Skarface,
Faust,
Sonic Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alphaville,
Organ,
Bobby Womack,
T. Rex,
Roy Ayers,
Vainqueur,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Pulsallama,
Sight & Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeru the Damaja,
David Bowie,
Inner City,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.