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 Japan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cosmic Jokers to the disco 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Johnny Osbourne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gap Band,
Godley & Creme,
Dawn Penn,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Moody Blues,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Amon Düül II,
Ornette Coleman,
Bronski Beat,
Television Personalities,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chrome,
Mandrill,
John Cale,
Suicide,
Masters at Work,
Judy Mowatt,
The Pretty Things,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cowsills,
Kurtis Blow,
Colin Newman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Human League,
the Bar-Kays,
Yusef Lateef,
The Barracudas,
Eric Copeland,
Cameo,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Young Rascals,
Black Pus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skriet,
Eve St. Jones,
Funkadelic,
Fugazi,
Alison Limerick,
Yellowson,
Freddie Wadling,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Niagra,
Derrick Morgan,
Sonic Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Sun Ra,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.