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 San Marino and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Ice-T to the funk 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
John Foxx,
Funkadelic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Groovy Waters,
kango's stein massive,
Crime,
Ornette Coleman,
Sonic Youth,
Marmalade,
Stereo Dub,
Bluetip,
Lungfish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fugazi,
Sandy B,
Flamin' Groovies,
L. Decosne,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mojo Men,
Procol Harum,
The Fire Engines,
Marc Almond,
Masters at Work,
Tomorrow,
The Techniques,
Public Enemy,
The American Breed,
James White and The Blacks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Agent Orange,
Gabor Szabo,
the Human League,
the Bar-Kays,
Amazonics,
The Residents,
Oneida,
The Seeds,
Dark Day,
The Cowsills,
Camouflage,
Cheater Slicks,
Second Layer,
Newcleus,
Surgeon,
Essential Logic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joy Division,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flipper,
Sam Rivers,
Gong,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David Axelrod,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Evens,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Average White Band,
Crooked Eye,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.