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 Equatorial Guinea and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Arab on Radar to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
John Holt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
10cc,
Pere Ubu,
Soft Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Judy Mowatt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Don Cherry,
Das Ding,
D'Angelo,
In Retrospect,
Metal Thangz,
Janne Schatter,
Godley & Creme,
Anthony Braxton,
Japan,
The Pop Group,
New Order,
Bronski Beat,
Jandek,
Funkadelic,
David McCallum,
Babytalk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mo-Dettes,
Tubeway Army,
The Names,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Young Rascals,
the Sonics,
MC5,
The Music Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang of Four,
Main Source,
John Lydon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Quando Quango,
Eden Ahbez,
F. McDonald,
Sixth Finger,
Zapp,
Jerry's Kids,
The Skatalites,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mojo Men,
Althea and Donna,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Invisible,
Sparks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Knickerbockers,
Schoolly D,
Masters at Work,
Organ,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.