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 Guyana and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Kerrie Biddell to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Fugazi,
cv313,
the Bar-Kays,
Brick,
Shuggie Otis,
The Moody Blues,
X-101,
Monolake,
Vainqueur,
Zero Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Minor Threat,
The Gun Club,
Rod Modell,
The Count Five,
Flipper,
The Searchers,
The Raincoats,
The Electric Prunes,
The Walker Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
Fatback Band,
Soft Cell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Womack,
Bill Wells,
Minnie Riperton,
Popol Vuh,
Jerry's Kids,
The Durutti Column,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Christie,
Ponytail,
X-Ray Spex,
Radiopuhelimet,
Glambeats Corp.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Donald Byrd,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fela Kuti,
Gichy Dan,
Moby Grape,
D'Angelo,
Porter Ricks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jacob Miller,
10cc,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chrome,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scott Walker,
The Alarm Clocks,
Supertramp,
Michelle Simonal,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Leaves,
Connie Case,
DJ Style,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Groovy Waters,
Organ,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.