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 Pakistan and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 Brand Nubian to the grime 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Tommy Roe,
The Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radiopuhelimet,
Colin Newman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Erasure,
Masters at Work,
Maurizio,
Simply Red,
Swell Maps,
the Human League,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Starr,
The Gap Band,
Y Pants,
Scrapy,
Lee Hazlewood,
CMW,
the Swans,
The Barracudas,
Patti Smith,
Black Pus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ronnie Foster,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fugs,
The Star Department,
LL Cool J,
John Foxx,
Yusef Lateef,
E-Dancer,
One Last Wish,
Connie Case,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Inner City,
Barry Ungar,
48th St. Collective,
Bang On A Can,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Half Japanese,
Faust,
Joy Division,
Joe Finger,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Womack,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Green,
Talk Talk,
Ponytail,
Jawbox,
Marshall Jefferson,
World's Most,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Toasters,
Al Stewart,
Pussy Galore,
ABC,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.