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 Cyprus and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 The Monks to the disco 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Archie Shepp,
David Axelrod,
Rotary Connection,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Erykah Badu,
Pantaleimon,
The Barracudas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tubeway Army,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Invisible,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lebanon Hanover,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Echospace,
Terry Callier,
Pulsallama,
Dennis Brown,
Rufus Thomas,
H. Thieme,
Laurel Aitken,
The J.B.'s,
John Foxx,
Boogie Down Productions,
Basic Channel,
E-Dancer,
The Fire Engines,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Inner City,
Max Romeo,
Tres Demented,
Schoolly D,
Throbbing Gristle,
Half Japanese,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nik Kershaw,
ABBA,
Faraquet,
JFA,
Underground Resistance,
Hasil Adkins,
Fela Kuti,
Con Funk Shun,
Bill Near,
Whodini,
8 Eyed Spy,
Los Fastidios,
Yaz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Goldenarms,
Q65,
Scratch Acid,
Camberwell Now,
Pylon,
The Mummies,
Ice-T,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minutemen,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.