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 Seychelles and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Kayak to the rock 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amazonics,
Mandrill,
Rufus Thomas,
Tommy Roe,
Blancmange,
Fear,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lucky Dragons,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Wake,
Adolescents,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alton Ellis,
Gang of Four,
Lou Christie,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marine Girls,
Franke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Misunderstood,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yaz,
Andrew Hill,
The Cure,
Agent Orange,
Fela Kuti,
The Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crash Course in Science,
The Trojans,
Sun Ra,
Severed Heads,
Neil Young,
The Electric Prunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Dennis Brown,
Goldenarms,
KRS-One,
Essential Logic,
Y Pants,
Index,
Wally Richardson,
The Real Kids,
Grauzone,
The Doobie Brothers,
Patti Smith,
K-Klass,
Terrestrial Tones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Sherman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Slits,
Sixth Finger,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soulsonic Force,
Gastr Del Sol,
Qualms,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.