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 Ukraine 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Moebius 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Cymande,
Grandmaster Flash,
Interpol,
Subhumans,
48th St. Collective,
The Gun Club,
Pole,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mary Jane Girls,
Severed Heads,
Angry Samoans,
Roxy Music,
Warren Ellis,
Camouflage,
This Heat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Slick Rick,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
R.M.O.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Faust,
World's Most,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Byrd,
Kayak,
X-Ray Spex,
Charles Mingus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rekid,
Minny Pops,
Trumans Water,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nas,
Ohio Players,
Delta 5,
James White and The Blacks,
Fela Kuti,
Franke,
The Wake,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Model 500,
Suicide,
The New Christs,
Electric Prunes,
Make Up,
Marshall Jefferson,
David Axelrod,
Morten Harket,
The Dirtbombs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roger Hodgson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dead C,
Dual Sessions,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.