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 Luxembourg and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Morten Harket to the techno 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soul II Soul,
Ralphi Rosario,
Symarip,
Sandy B,
Interpol,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric Copeland,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Trojans,
Sun Ra,
Peter & Gordon,
Quando Quango,
Banda Bassotti,
Radiohead,
Sexual Harrassment,
Basic Channel,
Peter and Kerry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crime,
Blossom Toes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wally Richardson,
Jacob Miller,
Alton Ellis,
Silicon Teens,
Howard Jones,
Erasure,
Whodini,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brick,
Pierre Henry,
Pulsallama,
Section 25,
Popol Vuh,
Lebanon Hanover,
The New Christs,
Lucky Dragons,
F. McDonald,
Faraquet,
Little Man,
Susan Cadogan,
Make Up,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang Starr,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pagans,
Hot Snakes,
Delta 5,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Urselle,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Monks,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Moon,
Letta Mbulu,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.