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 Guinea-Bissau and from Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
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 clarinet 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 Glambeats Corp. to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Victims,
Black Pus,
Camouflage,
Accadde A,
Amon Düül,
The Martian,
The Real Kids,
Scrapy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Sherman,
Deepchord,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minnie Riperton,
EPMD,
Cluster,
The Electric Prunes,
Sandy B,
Drive Like Jehu,
MDC,
Heaven 17,
Delta 5,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mo-Dettes,
Jeff Lynne,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
T.S.O.L.,
Khruangbin,
Radiohead,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Stooges,
Public Image Ltd.,
Young Marble Giants,
Fluxion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Saints,
The Gladiators,
The Mojo Men,
Mark Hollis,
These Immortal Souls,
Animal Collective,
Marine Girls,
Mandrill,
The Walker Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
Wings,
The Count Five,
A Certain Ratio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rakim,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Kinks,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Beau Brummels,
Soft Machine,
Man Parrish,
Sparks,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.