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 Korea South and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Heaven 17 to the jazz 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crime,
Byron Stingily,
the Human League,
Brass Construction,
The Pretty Things,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wolf Eyes,
Minnie Riperton,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Starr,
Duran Duran,
Bad Manners,
Sixth Finger,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The New Christs,
Fatback Band,
a-ha,
Yusef Lateef,
Oblivians,
Procol Harum,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kas Product,
Colin Newman,
Cheater Slicks,
Symarip,
Soulsonic Force,
Patti Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
Amazonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Green,
AZ,
The Evens,
Jeff Mills,
Charles Mingus,
The Cure,
Swans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sex Pistols,
The Move,
Sugar Minott,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
PIL,
Silicon Teens,
Lalo Schifrin,
L. Decosne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Second Layer,
Henry Cow,
Average White Band,
Pussy Galore,
Slick Rick,
Electric Prunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Kerri Chandler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Bananas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.