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 St Lucia and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Aural Exciters to the jazz 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Kurtis Blow,
JFA,
Alice Coltrane,
Piero Umiliani,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sandy B,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gories,
Yaz,
Little Man,
Swell Maps,
The Move,
Leonard Cohen,
Sam Rivers,
Wings,
Dorothy Ashby,
David Bowie,
DJ Style,
Section 25,
Banda Bassotti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Swans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Warren Ellis,
The J.B.'s,
Interpol,
Nik Kershaw,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pole,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pantaleimon,
the Slits,
Hardrive,
Monolake,
Organ,
Kayak,
The Birthday Party,
The Pretty Things,
The Beau Brummels,
The Five Americans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brand Nubian,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
LL Cool J,
Joe Smooth,
Crash Course in Science,
Desert Stars,
Howard Jones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Royal Trux,
Eurythmics,
K-Klass,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Görl,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.