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 Somalia and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Hashim to the punk 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Busters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric Copeland,
One Last Wish,
Wasted Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ten City,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Spoonie Gee,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bizarre Inc.,
Malaria!,
Drexciya,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Motions,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Blues Magoos,
Oblivians,
Erykah Badu,
Bootsy Collins,
June of 44,
Pylon,
Barbara Tucker,
The Walker Brothers,
Easy Going,
Thee Headcoats,
Pet Shop Boys,
Archie Shepp,
48th St. Collective,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eddi Front,
Peter & Gordon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jacques Brel,
Black Moon,
Absolute Body Control,
Lalann,
Flipper,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radio Birdman,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gladiators,
10cc,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wolf Eyes,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Raincoats,
Isaac Hayes,
Panda Bear,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Motorama,
Eve St. Jones,
The Invisible,
Ralphi Rosario,
Curtis Mayfield,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.