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 Romania and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Piero Umiliani to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Roy Ayers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Fluxion,
Spoonie Gee,
Spandau Ballet,
Rites of Spring,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Byron Stingily,
Bauhaus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
kango's stein massive,
Pierre Henry,
Swans,
Mission of Burma,
Kerri Chandler,
The Neon Judgement,
Nico,
Cheater Slicks,
The Angels of Light,
The Kinks,
The Mummies,
Andrew Hill,
The Victims,
UT,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mojo Men,
One Last Wish,
Graham Central Station,
E-Dancer,
The Smiths,
Joey Negro,
Charles Mingus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Zero Boys,
Deadbeat,
In Retrospect,
The American Breed,
Jeff Lynne,
Kurtis Blow,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Evens,
Joe Smooth,
Khruangbin,
Ossler,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric B and Rakim,
Zapp,
OOIOO,
Alison Limerick,
The Fall,
The Doors,
Stockholm Monsters,
Inner City,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.