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 Kenya and from Spokane.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Junior Murvin to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
EPMD,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ossler,
The Slackers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chrome,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
kango's stein massive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Max Romeo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minny Pops,
Con Funk Shun,
Sällskapet,
The Young Rascals,
Brick,
R.M.O.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Zapp,
The Moody Blues,
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sex Pistols,
Man Parrish,
Tommy Roe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kaleidoscope,
John Holt,
Al Stewart,
Terry Callier,
Ultravox,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dead C,
Skriet,
The Pretty Things,
The Star Department,
Sun Ra,
Dark Day,
The Litter,
Swans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Moleskins,
The Gories,
Barbara Tucker,
E-Dancer,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Suburban Knight,
The Last Poets,
The Wake,
Easy Going,
Gichy Dan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stetsasonic,
Judy Mowatt,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.