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 Honduras and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Robert Wyatt to the crunk 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
K-Klass,
Jeff Mills,
Erasure,
Severed Heads,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Toni Rubio,
JFA,
Mark Hollis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Q and Not U,
The Young Rascals,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Human League,
Organ,
World's Most,
Black Flag,
Black Pus,
The Slits,
Metal Thangz,
L. Decosne,
The Selecter,
The Move,
R.M.O.,
The Remains,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moby Grape,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Wyatt,
Terry Callier,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-102,
The Monochrome Set,
Kayak,
The Flesh Eaters,
Suicide,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Holt,
X-Ray Spex,
Johnny Clarke,
The Stooges,
ABC,
Oneida,
Unrelated Segments,
Moebius,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Graham Central Station,
The Tremeloes,
Idris Muhammad,
Andrew Hill,
Whodini,
The Grass Roots,
Freddie Wadling,
Second Layer,
The Toasters,
Laurel Aitken,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stiv Bators,
Desert Stars,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.