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 Kenya and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ronan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Barry Ungar,
Joyce Sims,
the Bar-Kays,
Nation of Ulysses,
Juan Atkins,
The Black Dice,
Vladislav Delay,
MC5,
Gang Green,
Monks,
Bob Dylan,
Supertramp,
Gang Starr,
Smog,
Gastr Del Sol,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Buckinghams,
In Retrospect,
Sun City Girls,
H. Thieme,
Fatback Band,
Loose Ends,
Outsiders,
Ken Boothe,
Little Man,
Organ,
The Cramps,
Massinfluence,
Soulsonic Force,
World's Most,
Scrapy,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fortunes,
The Names,
Donny Hathaway,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fire Engines,
Hashim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Cale,
Warren Ellis,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Seeds,
Amon Düül II,
The Searchers,
Alison Limerick,
The Slits,
The Gun Club,
Drexciya,
Trumans Water,
The J.B.'s,
Scott Walker,
John Coltrane,
D'Angelo,
Dark Day,
Rekid,
X-Ray Spex,
Amon Düül,
Average White Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.