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 Chile 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 Brothers Johnson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Fad Gadget,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arab on Radar,
Rosa Yemen,
The Star Department,
Scratch Acid,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Severed Heads,
Kool Moe Dee,
Goldenarms,
Cheater Slicks,
Sandy B,
The Blackbyrds,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Delta 5,
Skarface,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Real Kids,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scan 7,
Procol Harum,
Oblivians,
The Electric Prunes,
June of 44,
Mary Jane Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
cv313,
Spoonie Gee,
The Monochrome Set,
Shoche,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Wyatt,
Yaz,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Blues Magoos,
Blossom Toes,
Minutemen,
Alton Ellis,
Bang On A Can,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soul II Soul,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moby Grape,
Cameo,
Sister Nancy,
Lucky Dragons,
Terry Callier,
Schoolly D,
Hardrive,
kango's stein massive,
Accadde A,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tim Buckley,
World's Most,
Warsaw,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rod Modell,
Y Pants,
Dave Gahan,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.