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 Gabon and from New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nation of Ulysses to the rap 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Walker Brothers,
Quadrant,
Moebius,
Gerry Rafferty,
Intrusion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Misunderstood,
Aaron Thompson,
Stetsasonic,
Au Pairs,
Soul II Soul,
Brick,
Flipper,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mark Hollis,
Essential Logic,
Grauzone,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Black Dice,
John Holt,
Brand Nubian,
Desert Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
Derrick Morgan,
Funkadelic,
E-Dancer,
Don Cherry,
Little Man,
Television Personalities,
Brothers Johnson,
Dennis Brown,
Josef K,
Shoche,
Goldenarms,
Slave,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joy Division,
The Cure,
The Blackbyrds,
Graham Central Station,
Ultravox,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alton Ellis,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-101,
Cluster,
The Beau Brummels,
Blossom Toes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Adolescents,
Silicon Teens,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Starr,
Fat Boys,
Black Bananas,
Nas,
Audionom,
The Gladiators,
The Cramps,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.