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 Austria and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the oboe 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 Curtis Mayfield to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Symarip,
Skriet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crime,
Nico,
Kayak,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cowsills,
Outsiders,
Bluetip,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gerry Rafferty,
L. Decosne,
Dennis Brown,
Mary Jane Girls,
New York Dolls,
The Vogues,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Reagan Youth,
Pantaleimon,
The United States of America,
U.S. Maple,
Pagans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Agitation Free,
Arcadia,
The Five Americans,
Camouflage,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yazoo,
Black Moon,
CMW,
Gastr Del Sol,
Moebius,
Ten City,
Marmalade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sixth Finger,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gladiators,
The Selecter,
Zapp,
Sight & Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Dual Sessions,
Black Flag,
Au Pairs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Max Romeo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yellowson,
Fela Kuti,
Drive Like Jehu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.