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 Lagos.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 The Beau Brummels to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Livin' Joy,
Radio Birdman,
Hashim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Godley & Creme,
Colin Newman,
UT,
Bad Manners,
Blake Baxter,
Black Flag,
Scratch Acid,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Zeros,
Mark Hollis,
Eddi Front,
Pussy Galore,
The Tremeloes,
Al Stewart,
the Germs,
Marmalade,
The Angels of Light,
Make Up,
Japan,
Khruangbin,
Au Pairs,
The Durutti Column,
Audionom,
Yazoo,
Bobby Womack,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Public Image Ltd.,
Max Romeo,
Warsaw,
Donny Hathaway,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
The Index,
Agitation Free,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The J.B.'s,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ornette Coleman,
Derrick Morgan,
Wolf Eyes,
Drexciya,
Vladislav Delay,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultra Naté,
Black Pus,
The Fuzztones,
The Last Poets,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sällskapet,
John Holt,
John Lydon,
Ice-T,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pierre Henry,
Minny Pops,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner 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.