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 Ivory Coast and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
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 808 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joe Finger,
Black Moon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Symarip,
Nation of Ulysses,
kango's stein massive,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bluetip,
The Barracudas,
The Move,
Groovy Waters,
Parry Music,
Ronnie Foster,
Royal Trux,
Au Pairs,
Joy Division,
Hoover,
Harpers Bizarre,
The New Christs,
the Normal,
New Age Steppers,
Quantec,
Donald Byrd,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Iggy Pop,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Inner City,
Gong,
The Music Machine,
Brick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Buzzcocks,
New Order,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dawn Penn,
Eric Dolphy,
Make Up,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mantronix,
Wings,
The Golliwogs,
Lightning Bolt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scientists,
Cal Tjader,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hardrive,
The Slits,
The Tremeloes,
Al Stewart,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Unrelated Segments,
Barbara Tucker,
The Star Department,
Aswad,
The Moleskins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.