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 Vietnam and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the disco 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
B.T. Express,
AZ,
Ken Boothe,
Half Japanese,
Rapeman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vainqueur,
Terry Callier,
Youth Brigade,
Darondo,
Skriet,
Scott Walker,
Junior Murvin,
Rosa Yemen,
Susan Cadogan,
Organ,
Jacob Miller,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
FM Einheit,
Section 25,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Barracudas,
The Residents,
Gang Gang Dance,
Albert Ayler,
UT,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fluxion,
Bauhaus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Audionom,
the Sonics,
The Techniques,
Derrick Morgan,
Simply Red,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dead C,
T.S.O.L.,
Main Source,
Mars,
Liliput,
Roy Ayers,
Barclay James Harvest,
China Crisis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric Dolphy,
LL Cool J,
The Durutti Column,
Shuggie Otis,
Funky Four + One,
Pierre Henry,
Alton Ellis,
Ludus,
Soft Cell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber 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.