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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soft Machine to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Intrusion,
Electric Prunes,
Massinfluence,
June Days,
Mars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Womack,
Al Stewart,
Audionom,
Procol Harum,
Maurizio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moss Icon,
Dennis Brown,
Grey Daturas,
Young Marble Giants,
Delon & Dalcan,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Saccharine Trust,
The Searchers,
Don Cherry,
Yaz,
Malaria!,
Morten Harket,
Neu!,
Avey Tare,
Cameo,
Kurtis Blow,
Davy DMX,
The Cowsills,
Lightning Bolt,
Todd Rundgren,
Brick,
Anakelly,
Can,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mummies,
Tubeway Army,
Shuggie Otis,
Von Mondo,
Nas,
Alice Coltrane,
The Neon Judgement,
Lungfish,
Eric Copeland,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Zapp,
The Invisible,
James White and The Blacks,
48th St. Collective,
Spoonie Gee,
John Holt,
Pere Ubu,
ABBA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camberwell Now,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.