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 Venezuela and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 David Bowie 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 Fela Kuti to the dance 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Graham Central Station,
The Shadows of Knight,
Glenn Branca,
EPMD,
Boz Scaggs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neu!,
Main Source,
the Swans,
Althea and Donna,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
China Crisis,
Guru Guru,
Supertramp,
Piero Umiliani,
Toni Rubio,
The Music Machine,
the Normal,
Moby Grape,
Liliput,
Andrew Hill,
Barbara Tucker,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeru the Damaja,
Motorama,
The Dead C,
Model 500,
Man Eating Sloth,
Susan Cadogan,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gladiators,
Robert Wyatt,
Average White Band,
Rekid,
Joe Finger,
The Doobie Brothers,
Interpol,
Bush Tetras,
Lungfish,
The Wake,
The Neon Judgement,
Johnny Clarke,
Reagan Youth,
Moss Icon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bob Dylan,
Groovy Waters,
Scott Walker,
Siglo XX,
Fatback Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sällskapet,
Banda Bassotti,
The Beau Brummels,
Minny Pops,
Michelle Simonal,
Nico,
The Gun Club,
La Düsseldorf,
Smog,
Amazonics,
Buzzcocks,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.