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 Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Talk Talk to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David McCallum,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Hood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The J.B.'s,
EPMD,
The Modern Lovers,
the Germs,
Tommy Roe,
Letta Mbulu,
John Holt,
June of 44,
Intrusion,
Simply Red,
X-Ray Spex,
Schoolly D,
Derrick May,
Pole,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jawbox,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grey Daturas,
D'Angelo,
Harmonia,
Soft Machine,
Roy Ayers,
The Black Dice,
Eden Ahbez,
Eric Dolphy,
Fear,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aswad,
Todd Rundgren,
Kenny Larkin,
Ken Boothe,
Carl Craig,
Das Ding,
Faraquet,
Ultra Naté,
Bauhaus,
The Walker Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
Chrome,
Public Image Ltd.,
Guru Guru,
Yaz,
Bill Wells,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Index,
The Trojans,
Newcleus,
Soulsonic Force,
The Leaves,
Lindisfarne,
Rekid,
Little Man,
The Happenings,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Los Fastidios,
Interpol,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.