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 Korea North and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Al Stewart to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
The Human League,
Warsaw,
Byron Stingily,
The Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
CMW,
Zapp,
Eve St. Jones,
Susan Cadogan,
Roger Hodgson,
Nick Fraelich,
Wasted Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
Tears for Fears,
Glambeats Corp.,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Vogues,
UT,
Darondo,
Surgeon,
kango's stein massive,
Minnie Riperton,
The Happenings,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Whodini,
Maurizio,
Metal Thangz,
James White and The Blacks,
Quando Quango,
Country Teasers,
the Association,
Sällskapet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Zero Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Anthony Braxton,
Moebius,
Kayak,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Visage,
Pharoah Sanders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Schoolly D,
Vainqueur,
The Names,
Agitation Free,
Eric Dolphy,
LL Cool J,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Simply Red,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cowsills,
The American Breed,
Bootsy Collins,
Crash Course in Science,
Kurtis Blow,
Marmalade,
Spoonie Gee,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.