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 Indonesia and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Cale,
Ohio Players,
The Last Poets,
Niagra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sexual Harrassment,
Anakelly,
June of 44,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stockholm Monsters,
David Bowie,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Faraquet,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gap Band,
Q and Not U,
The Human League,
The Techniques,
Quando Quango,
Rapeman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roxy Music,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Christie,
the Fania All-Stars,
Liliput,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moss Icon,
Soul II Soul,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Byron Stingily,
Pantytec,
The Move,
The Sonics,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tears for Fears,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brand Nubian,
Stetsasonic,
Soulsonic Force,
Michelle Simonal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pagans,
Loose Ends,
Subhumans,
Little Man,
ABBA,
Lower 48,
Yaz,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Birthday Party,
Von Mondo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sällskapet,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.