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 Latvia and from London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Hasil Adkins to the dance 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Joensuu 1685,
The Martian,
Quadrant,
The Dead C,
Vainqueur,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aaron Thompson,
Shoche,
Television,
Maleditus Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Slave,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roger Hodgson,
The Raincoats,
In Retrospect,
Model 500,
Amazonics,
Blossom Toes,
Zero Boys,
The Angels of Light,
cv313,
Connie Case,
48th St. Collective,
Al Stewart,
The Red Krayola,
Camberwell Now,
Bob Dylan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Reuben Wilson,
Camouflage,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kayak,
Sun Ra,
Lightning Bolt,
The Velvet Underground,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fuzztones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dennis Brown,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nik Kershaw,
The Associates,
Alton Ellis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Television Personalities,
Moebius,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ken Boothe,
Country Teasers,
The United States of America,
Inner City,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Tremeloes,
The Last Poets,
The Index,
Gabor Szabo,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.