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 Japan and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet 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 Kevin Saunderson to the disco 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Zero Boys,
Qualms,
8 Eyed Spy,
Con Funk Shun,
The Pretty Things,
Max Romeo,
OOIOO,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bauhaus,
Slick Rick,
Scott Walker,
Maleditus Sound,
Bill Wells,
Fela Kuti,
The Walker Brothers,
Quando Quango,
Trumans Water,
the Fania All-Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scrapy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Simply Red,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skaos,
Andrew Hill,
The Count Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Evens,
the Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mandrill,
Kerri Chandler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Sister Nancy,
Jandek,
Steve Hackett,
Marmalade,
Don Cherry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Main Source,
Ken Boothe,
Rakim,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Starr,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sonic Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
kango's stein massive,
Kaleidoscope,
Oneida,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Public Image Ltd.,
Siglo XX,
Vladislav Delay,
Tom Boy,
Country Teasers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fugazi,
The Index,
Fad Gadget,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.