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 Switzerland and from Mexico City.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 kango's stein massive to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Harmonia,
The Young Rascals,
Essential Logic,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Starr,
Throbbing Gristle,
Q and Not U,
These Immortal Souls,
Tubeway Army,
D'Angelo,
Gang Green,
The Fuzztones,
Tim Buckley,
Bluetip,
Surgeon,
Ken Boothe,
Black Bananas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soul II Soul,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Spandau Ballet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Michelle Simonal,
Quadrant,
David McCallum,
Trumans Water,
Radio Birdman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gladiators,
Outsiders,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Sonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ohio Players,
Tom Boy,
The Stooges,
Faraquet,
The American Breed,
Maurizio,
Joensuu 1685,
The Modern Lovers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ossler,
The Cure,
Mary Jane Girls,
Patti Smith,
a-ha,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Martian,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Slave,
kango's stein massive,
The Smiths,
Aswad,
Moebius,
Andrew Hill,
The Gun Club,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.