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 Australia and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Kayak to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultra Naté,
Godley & Creme,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Silicon Teens,
Swans,
Scan 7,
Maurizio,
Simply Red,
The Stooges,
Smog,
Second Layer,
Cheater Slicks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Groovy Waters,
These Immortal Souls,
Joy Division,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lee Hazlewood,
Niagra,
Wire,
Das Ding,
Kenny Larkin,
Jacques Brel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ornette Coleman,
Negative Approach,
The Kinks,
Erasure,
Junior Murvin,
Babytalk,
David Bowie,
Ludus,
Ossler,
Lungfish,
The Cowsills,
Alphaville,
The Monks,
Bluetip,
Jerry's Kids,
The Detroit Cobras,
Masters at Work,
Stiv Bators,
Section 25,
the Fania All-Stars,
Symarip,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Piero Umiliani,
Minny Pops,
Neu!,
The Real Kids,
Animal Collective,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Davy DMX,
Bootsy Collins,
Fad Gadget,
The Sonics,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.