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 Malawi and from Tokyo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
kango's stein massive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Reuben Wilson,
Graham Central Station,
La Düsseldorf,
Stiv Bators,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Buzzcocks,
Country Teasers,
Arthur Verocai,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rotary Connection,
Delta 5,
Sparks,
DNA,
Average White Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultravox,
The Selecter,
Junior Murvin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tim Buckley,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Angels of Light,
Soft Cell,
Accadde A,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wally Richardson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Groovy Waters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lalann,
Masters at Work,
Steve Hackett,
The Smiths,
Eden Ahbez,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jacob Miller,
Soul Sonic Force,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fuzztones,
Skaos,
Robert Wyatt,
The Blues Magoos,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radiohead,
Moebius,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rakim,
The Five Americans,
Slave,
Thee Headcoats,
The American Breed,
The Dead C,
Procol Harum,
Joe Finger,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.