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 Gambia and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Darondo to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
The Slackers,
Average White Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Monochrome Set,
Neil Young,
Carl Craig,
Sister Nancy,
The Fortunes,
Depeche Mode,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DJ Sneak,
Thee Headcoats,
Terry Callier,
The Mojo Men,
Outsiders,
Danielle Patucci,
Interpol,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Skatalites,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ronan,
Bill Near,
The Wake,
DNA,
Tres Demented,
Los Fastidios,
The Gladiators,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Albert Ayler,
Spoonie Gee,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Velvet Underground,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Roy Ayers,
Groovy Waters,
H. Thieme,
Scrapy,
The Barracudas,
Shoche,
Bang On A Can,
Godley & Creme,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dead Boys,
Accadde A,
Dark Day,
The Gap Band,
Jandek,
Scratch Acid,
Mark Hollis,
Aural Exciters,
the Human League,
Donald Byrd,
Peter and Kerry,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric Copeland,
Darondo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Magazine,
Eve St. Jones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.