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 Honduras and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Moss Icon to the rap 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
June Days,
Sight & Sound,
Camberwell Now,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joe Finger,
Deakin,
Electric Prunes,
Desert Stars,
Japan,
The Buckinghams,
Letta Mbulu,
Babytalk,
Loose Ends,
Rites of Spring,
Guru Guru,
Marmalade,
Connie Case,
Inner City,
Barrington Levy,
Piero Umiliani,
Popol Vuh,
Fela Kuti,
Kenny Larkin,
FM Einheit,
the Association,
The Tremeloes,
Unrelated Segments,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Television,
The Fugs,
The United States of America,
The Young Rascals,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Green,
Negative Approach,
Henry Cow,
Reuben Wilson,
Hashim,
The Skatalites,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nils Olav,
Quantec,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Knickerbockers,
The Music Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soft Cell,
Eli Mardock,
Big Daddy Kane,
Reagan Youth,
Excepter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Juan Atkins,
Wings,
The Wake,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.