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 Burkina and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Aloha Tigers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
The Index,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ronnie Foster,
Jawbox,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Vogues,
The Invisible,
The Human League,
The Mummies,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
MC5,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Human League,
The Kinks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lakeside,
The Beau Brummels,
The Divine Comedy,
The Evens,
Drexciya,
Liliput,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fuzztones,
Faust,
Sandy B,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quadrant,
The Skatalites,
Babytalk,
Agitation Free,
Hasil Adkins,
Excepter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Leaves,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Starr,
Hot Snakes,
Subhumans,
The Motions,
Wire,
Infiniti,
Sällskapet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nico,
MDC,
Soft Cell,
Leonard Cohen,
Deadbeat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New York Dolls,
Donald Byrd,
John Holt,
the Sonics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Monks,
Joensuu 1685,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.