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 Papua New Guinea and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
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 güiro 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 Spoonie Gee to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini 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?
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pagans,
OOIOO,
Drexciya,
Khruangbin,
Slick Rick,
Quantec,
The Misunderstood,
Tom Boy,
Panda Bear,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cymande,
Charles Mingus,
The Evens,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
Drive Like Jehu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sixth Finger,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tomorrow,
Nils Olav,
Maurizio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gories,
The Dirtbombs,
Roxette,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
One Last Wish,
Royal Trux,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jawbox,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joensuu 1685,
Warsaw,
Minutemen,
Freddie Wadling,
K-Klass,
World's Most,
the Human League,
The Modern Lovers,
Funkadelic,
The Raincoats,
Delta 5,
Michelle Simonal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cure,
Gang Starr,
Trumans Water,
The Associates,
Stiv Bators,
Liliput,
Underground Resistance,
Skriet,
The Saints,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chrome,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.