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 Uganda and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
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 Andrew Hill to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Ronan,
Nick Fraelich,
In Retrospect,
Ken Boothe,
Matthew Halsall,
the Human League,
a-ha,
Bobbi Humphrey,
LL Cool J,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Freddie Wadling,
David McCallum,
The Vogues,
June Days,
The Names,
The Monochrome Set,
Pagans,
Quando Quango,
Juan Atkins,
Quantec,
The Tremeloes,
Los Fastidios,
Gregory Isaacs,
Essential Logic,
Jacques Brel,
The Residents,
Bootsy Collins,
Faraquet,
the Swans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kevin Saunderson,
New Order,
Bill Near,
Harry Pussy,
The Fugs,
World's Most,
The Martian,
Lyres,
Kerri Chandler,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Detroit Cobras,
Easy Going,
Erykah Badu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joensuu 1685,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Model 500,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dark Day,
Peter & Gordon,
Kas Product,
Trumans Water,
The Offenders,
June of 44,
Al Stewart,
Ponytail,
Eden Ahbez,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.