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 Saudi Arabia and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare 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 Donny Hathaway to the grunge 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sister Nancy,
The Standells,
Laurel Aitken,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kerri Chandler,
Cluster,
The Star Department,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang of Four,
Jimmy McGriff,
Funky Four + One,
Babytalk,
Donny Hathaway,
The Misunderstood,
Rosa Yemen,
Rufus Thomas,
Archie Shepp,
Pierre Henry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Green,
Matthew Bourne,
Cal Tjader,
Make Up,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Reuben Wilson,
Lower 48,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oblivians,
Slick Rick,
Franke,
Wings,
Lalann,
Simply Red,
Sonic Youth,
Wasted Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Christie,
Amazonics,
The Leaves,
Lucky Dragons,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dark Day,
John Cale,
Spoonie Gee,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
R.M.O.,
Nico,
Hot Snakes,
Saccharine Trust,
The Moody Blues,
Whodini,
The American Breed,
Rakim,
Duran Duran,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sight & Sound,
Deepchord,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.