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 Montenegro and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 10cc to the jazz 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic 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?
Black Moon,
Schoolly D,
Wolf Eyes,
OOIOO,
the Sonics,
the Association,
Newcleus,
Gong,
Gang Green,
B.T. Express,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang of Four,
Kerri Chandler,
The Human League,
John Coltrane,
Subhumans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
UT,
Tears for Fears,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Theoretical Girls,
Chrome,
Rites of Spring,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
James White and The Blacks,
Half Japanese,
Glenn Branca,
Section 25,
Camberwell Now,
Black Bananas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arcadia,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dennis Brown,
Sun City Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bob Dylan,
Josef K,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lower 48,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Red Krayola,
Mad Mike,
Ten City,
Echospace,
Bauhaus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Foxx,
Wasted Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
Piero Umiliani,
Procol Harum,
Brand Nubian,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joy Division,
the Swans,
Roxy Music,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.