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 Fiji 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Zapp to the disco 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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sound,
Ossler,
Cal Tjader,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alison Limerick,
Gastr Del Sol,
Clear Light,
The Neon Judgement,
One Last Wish,
The Fuzztones,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ponytail,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sällskapet,
The Golliwogs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
PIL,
Brass Construction,
the Association,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crooked Eye,
Barrington Levy,
The Zeros,
Chris & Cosey,
The Standells,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marmalade,
The Monks,
T. Rex,
Drexciya,
The Gap Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Holt,
Panda Bear,
K-Klass,
Swell Maps,
John Cale,
Hasil Adkins,
The Residents,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marcia Griffiths,
Al Stewart,
The Grass Roots,
Skriet,
Joy Division,
Joey Negro,
Todd Rundgren,
Jerry's Kids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lungfish,
The Vogues,
Black Pus,
UT,
The Gories,
Ice-T,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.