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 Lithuania 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Massinfluence to the grime 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Stereo Dub,
Peter & Gordon,
Ossler,
Easy Going,
Arthur Verocai,
Aloha Tigers,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Evens,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flipper,
X-Ray Spex,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hoover,
China Crisis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dead Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Kas Product,
Groovy Waters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ponytail,
The Real Kids,
Judy Mowatt,
Lower 48,
Swans,
The Fortunes,
Bill Wells,
Cameo,
Fluxion,
B.T. Express,
Danielle Patucci,
X-102,
Bronski Beat,
Neu!,
Kaleidoscope,
Essential Logic,
Blossom Toes,
Amazonics,
Smog,
The Fuzztones,
Los Fastidios,
Television,
The Blackbyrds,
Spoonie Gee,
Ronnie Foster,
Avey Tare,
Theoretical Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Babytalk,
Sound Behaviour,
X-101,
Aswad,
Slick Rick,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Echospace,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
48th St. Collective,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radio Birdman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.