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 Jordan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 Curtis Mayfield to the rap 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Idris Muhammad,
LL Cool J,
Yusef Lateef,
Make Up,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Intrusion,
Tears for Fears,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eden Ahbez,
AZ,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Wyatt,
Alton Ellis,
Stereo Dub,
Ohio Players,
Morten Harket,
The Remains,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Byrd,
Crime,
Flipper,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Archie Shepp,
Von Mondo,
Minutemen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lightning Bolt,
Al Stewart,
Erasure,
Tubeway Army,
Sällskapet,
The Cramps,
the Fania All-Stars,
Schoolly D,
Public Enemy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Goldenarms,
Malaria!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Agitation Free,
Thompson Twins,
Piero Umiliani,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun Ra,
The Buckinghams,
Tommy Roe,
Quadrant,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gichy Dan,
Sex Pistols,
Patti Smith,
Dennis Brown,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Red Krayola,
The United States of America,
Prince Buster,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brothers Johnson,
The Beau Brummels,
Soft Machine,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.