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 Finland and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Index to the funk 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yaz,
Aaron Thompson,
Babytalk,
Wasted Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bad Manners,
Nik Kershaw,
Fluxion,
Marmalade,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Human League,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Youth Brigade,
The Monochrome Set,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camberwell Now,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Altered Images,
World's Most,
Gerry Rafferty,
Curtis Mayfield,
Symarip,
The Mummies,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric Copeland,
The Star Department,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sonics,
The Offenders,
Little Man,
Mandrill,
Boogie Down Productions,
Japan,
Ossler,
Jimmy McGriff,
Idris Muhammad,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quadrant,
Man Parrish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David Axelrod,
Wire,
Tubeway Army,
Gichy Dan,
John Cale,
Saccharine Trust,
Barclay James Harvest,
10cc,
Lyres,
L. Decosne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-102,
K-Klass,
Sugar Minott,
Moss Icon,
Dave Gahan,
Rites of Spring,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.