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 Malta and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the electroclash 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Malaria!,
The Fire Engines,
Gong,
Mission of Burma,
The Invisible,
The Tremeloes,
The Young Rascals,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minutemen,
Harry Pussy,
Mandrill,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ronan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dawn Penn,
Sixth Finger,
Excepter,
Easy Going,
Skriet,
Spandau Ballet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Funkadelic,
Andrew Hill,
Juan Atkins,
The Wake,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pharoah Sanders,
Godley & Creme,
The Smoke,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Byron Stingily,
Royal Trux,
The Misunderstood,
New Age Steppers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bootsy Collins,
Scion,
Fatback Band,
Robert Hood,
Joyce Sims,
The Sonics,
Erykah Badu,
The Litter,
Massinfluence,
Minny Pops,
DNA,
Arab on Radar,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mojo Men,
CMW,
Ten City,
Darondo,
Soulsonic Force,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sonic Youth,
The Slackers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Suicide,
Country Teasers,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.