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 Marshall Islands and from Lagos.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Doors to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
JFA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Michelle Simonal,
Deadbeat,
Trumans Water,
Jacob Miller,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hashim,
the Germs,
Das Ding,
Toni Rubio,
Skarface,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
E-Dancer,
a-ha,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David Bowie,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The New Christs,
Kayak,
Cameo,
Technova,
Sister Nancy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aaron Thompson,
Albert Ayler,
Ice-T,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Donald Byrd,
Laurel Aitken,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jacques Brel,
Wolf Eyes,
Deakin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Divine Comedy,
The American Breed,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fat Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Chris Corsano,
Faraquet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
June of 44,
Young Marble Giants,
Guru Guru,
T. Rex,
Mandrill,
Television,
Ten City,
Marcia Griffiths,
Organ,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deepchord,
Desert Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.