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 Macedonia and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Yusef Lateef to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Anthony Braxton,
Janne Schatter,
Tommy Roe,
The Evens,
Sandy B,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun Ra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scan 7,
Lightning Bolt,
Andrew Hill,
Judy Mowatt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Saints,
Nik Kershaw,
Infiniti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bang On A Can,
Aaron Thompson,
Malaria!,
The J.B.'s,
Quando Quango,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lower 48,
The Stooges,
Arab on Radar,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gap Band,
Blossom Toes,
Q65,
the Normal,
Byron Stingily,
Loose Ends,
Dave Gahan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Royal Trux,
Cal Tjader,
The Offenders,
Vladislav Delay,
The Smoke,
Leonard Cohen,
Neil Young,
Black Flag,
Godley & Creme,
Jeff Lynne,
Crispy Ambulance,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mark Hollis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lindisfarne,
LL Cool J,
Technova,
John Cale,
Scion,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.