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 Italy and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Matthew Halsall to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
ABBA,
Ohio Players,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Tremeloes,
Banda Bassotti,
Cal Tjader,
Echospace,
8 Eyed Spy,
Angry Samoans,
Lower 48,
Prince Buster,
Young Marble Giants,
Bob Dylan,
Kerri Chandler,
The Raincoats,
Eve St. Jones,
X-Ray Spex,
The Zeros,
Aloha Tigers,
Godley & Creme,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sound,
The Names,
Sällskapet,
Visage,
Ten City,
Babytalk,
The Fortunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crime,
Slick Rick,
kango's stein massive,
Cymande,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Iggy Pop,
ABC,
Minny Pops,
The Busters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Carl Craig,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
China Crisis,
The Pretty Things,
Camberwell Now,
Grauzone,
Derrick May,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nils Olav,
T.S.O.L.,
T. Rex,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scientists,
Unwound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Intrusion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.