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 Costa Rica and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jerry's Kids,
Clear Light,
Ultimate Spinach,
Graham Central Station,
Lower 48,
Tropical Tobacco,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultravox,
The Divine Comedy,
Essential Logic,
The Moleskins,
Radiohead,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Amazonics,
The Knickerbockers,
ABBA,
Sugar Minott,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wally Richardson,
The Fortunes,
Simply Red,
The Gun Club,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Babytalk,
Idris Muhammad,
Rekid,
Ice-T,
The Monochrome Set,
The Victims,
Darondo,
Thee Headcoats,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deakin,
Can,
Bush Tetras,
Boredoms,
Maleditus Sound,
D'Angelo,
Loose Ends,
Radio Birdman,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Last Poets,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ludus,
Little Man,
The Red Krayola,
Godley & Creme,
The Move,
Pulsallama,
Shoche,
R.M.O.,
Gastr Del Sol,
CMW,
Erykah Badu,
Junior Murvin,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.