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 Antigua and from Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 New Age Steppers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
The New Christs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Faraquet,
The Motions,
a-ha,
Banda Bassotti,
Thee Headcoats,
Joy Division,
Gang Starr,
Eurythmics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
Boz Scaggs,
Tomorrow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kerri Chandler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quando Quango,
48th St. Collective,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DJ Style,
Blossom Toes,
Funkadelic,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oblivians,
Marc Almond,
Tres Demented,
Electric Prunes,
In Retrospect,
Echospace,
Cluster,
Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lindisfarne,
Nas,
Simply Red,
Nils Olav,
Delta 5,
Deadbeat,
The Associates,
Flash Fearless,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brass Construction,
Bill Wells,
Ossler,
Warsaw,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultravox,
Das Ding,
Quantec,
Dual Sessions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eden Ahbez,
D'Angelo,
Television,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.