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 Andorra 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gong to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blossom Toes,
FM Einheit,
Scientists,
Qualms,
Erasure,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fat Boys,
Bluetip,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Letta Mbulu,
Lungfish,
Glenn Branca,
Von Mondo,
Lakeside,
Y Pants,
Bill Near,
Camouflage,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mo-Dettes,
Main Source,
Tim Buckley,
Suburban Knight,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moebius,
Q65,
U.S. Maple,
Duran Duran,
Mandrill,
Pierre Henry,
Ultra Naté,
10cc,
Kenny Larkin,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cowsills,
Youth Brigade,
Eric Dolphy,
Jerry's Kids,
The Blues Magoos,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
Suicide,
The J.B.'s,
Symarip,
Ten City,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeff Lynne,
Stetsasonic,
Deakin,
The Move,
Second Layer,
Siglo XX,
Funky Four + One,
Pharoah Sanders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nas,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.