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 Gabon and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Ronan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen 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?
Clear Light,
Theoretical Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fluxion,
Franke,
The Gun Club,
Tubeway Army,
Black Pus,
Scan 7,
Archie Shepp,
Electric Prunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Smoke,
Sandy B,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Wake,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Model 500,
Suicide,
Cal Tjader,
Man Eating Sloth,
Von Mondo,
Faraquet,
Negative Approach,
Roxy Music,
Prince Buster,
David Axelrod,
Pierre Henry,
Ronnie Foster,
Crime,
Heaven 17,
Black Flag,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Star Department,
U.S. Maple,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pulsallama,
Popol Vuh,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Infiniti,
The Fall,
Joensuu 1685,
Deepchord,
The Saints,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jimmy McGriff,
Television,
One Last Wish,
Fat Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Malaria!,
The Skatalites,
Roger Hodgson,
Fatback Band,
Neu!,
The Monochrome Set,
Hashim,
R.M.O.,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.