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 Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sight & Sound to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arab on Radar,
Liliput,
Rosa Yemen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skarface,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Womack,
The Trojans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barrington Levy,
Surgeon,
Deadbeat,
Brand Nubian,
Lyres,
Young Marble Giants,
Groovy Waters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Porter Ricks,
Chrome,
Wire,
Roy Ayers,
New Order,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Five Americans,
The Techniques,
Blake Baxter,
F. McDonald,
Prince Buster,
The Smoke,
The Durutti Column,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Clear Light,
Malaria!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bad Manners,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cramps,
Monolake,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kas Product,
Tres Demented,
Wolf Eyes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Zero Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grauzone,
Eden Ahbez,
Barry Ungar,
The New Christs,
Essential Logic,
Radio Birdman,
The Residents,
Josef K,
The Human League,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare,
The Real Kids,
Sixth Finger,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.