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 Mongolia and from Hong Kong.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Q and Not U to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
R.M.O.,
Sandy B,
The Busters,
Hot Snakes,
The Doors,
Barclay James Harvest,
Matthew Bourne,
Althea and Donna,
Scrapy,
Bootsy Collins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
CMW,
Dual Sessions,
Duran Duran,
Hashim,
Delta 5,
Talk Talk,
Black Sheep,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fire Engines,
The Names,
The Young Rascals,
Matthew Halsall,
Radio Birdman,
Fad Gadget,
Erasure,
Skriet,
Lakeside,
Youth Brigade,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lindisfarne,
Jeff Mills,
Agent Orange,
Jacques Brel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mr. Review,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
PIL,
Donny Hathaway,
Faust,
Newcleus,
Aswad,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Monks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Golliwogs,
Royal Trux,
Amon Düül,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Grass Roots,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Bananas,
Susan Cadogan,
Urselle,
F. McDonald,
Moss Icon,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.