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 Syria and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 This Heat to the dance 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Roxy Music,
KRS-One,
Electric Prunes,
World's Most,
The Moody Blues,
Joe Finger,
Donald Byrd,
Can,
Kurtis Blow,
Gong,
Tomorrow,
The Fire Engines,
Ossler,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minnie Riperton,
The Leaves,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sarah Menescal,
Excepter,
Accadde A,
Brothers Johnson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
In Retrospect,
The Monochrome Set,
Scientists,
Babytalk,
One Last Wish,
Minor Threat,
The Searchers,
Shuggie Otis,
LL Cool J,
Morten Harket,
Arcadia,
the Slits,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jandek,
Bobby Womack,
Soft Cell,
Todd Rundgren,
Brick,
The Young Rascals,
Technova,
The Victims,
The Golliwogs,
Connie Case,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Todd Terry,
Absolute Body Control,
The Slits,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jacques Brel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Howard Jones,
Lalann,
The Fuzztones,
Pantytec,
Funky Four + One,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
a-ha,
The Kinks,
Newcleus,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.