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 Guinea 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Pantaleimon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skriet,
Sound Behaviour,
Drexciya,
Subhumans,
Accadde A,
The Invisible,
Little Man,
Rekid,
Ludus,
Qualms,
Talk Talk,
Scion,
Lakeside,
Patti Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
Yaz,
Chris & Cosey,
Hashim,
Scan 7,
Panda Bear,
Minutemen,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Magma,
Gong,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Normal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pussy Galore,
Soft Cell,
Eric Dolphy,
June Days,
Camouflage,
The Stooges,
Black Bananas,
Pantaleimon,
The Beau Brummels,
The Vogues,
Barbara Tucker,
Intrusion,
Babytalk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minnie Riperton,
Donald Byrd,
Godley & Creme,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flipper,
Cluster,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fugs,
Faust,
The Fortunes,
Ossler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Lydon,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.