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 Israel and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 K-Klass to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Evens,
The Divine Comedy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pere Ubu,
F. McDonald,
Darondo,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun Ra,
Davy DMX,
Make Up,
The Count Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Index,
Letta Mbulu,
Boredoms,
B.T. Express,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crooked Eye,
Man Parrish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bronski Beat,
Pagans,
Crime,
Eric B and Rakim,
10cc,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brick,
Das Ding,
Drexciya,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ludus,
The Skatalites,
Cluster,
Young Marble Giants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mummies,
X-Ray Spex,
The Angels of Light,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Music Machine,
Moebius,
The Offenders,
Michelle Simonal,
Jandek,
Niagra,
Can,
Y Pants,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Moon,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sonics,
Black Bananas,
Cecil Taylor,
Lakeside,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.