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 United Kingdom and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 New Christs to the grime 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
The Gap Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Tubeway Army,
Supertramp,
The Martian,
New Age Steppers,
Cameo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kaleidoscope,
Brass Construction,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cluster,
Nas,
The Standells,
Ultra Naté,
Roxette,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
CMW,
The Monochrome Set,
Rites of Spring,
Inner City,
Thee Headcoats,
The Star Department,
Model 500,
Bad Manners,
Young Marble Giants,
The Monks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ossler,
Deepchord,
AZ,
Public Enemy,
Das Ding,
Pole,
Lyres,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Television Personalities,
The Red Krayola,
Yaz,
Aswad,
D'Angelo,
Piero Umiliani,
Au Pairs,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Bananas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cal Tjader,
X-102,
Unrelated Segments,
Intrusion,
Scratch Acid,
The Knickerbockers,
Echospace,
Kool Moe Dee,
June of 44,
DJ Sneak,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.