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 Taiwan and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 The Mojo Men 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
FM Einheit,
The Monochrome Set,
Saccharine Trust,
a-ha,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barbara Tucker,
The Pop Group,
Pulsallama,
Lakeside,
Pylon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Womack,
Country Teasers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultravox,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rites of Spring,
The Busters,
Godley & Creme,
Rapeman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Slits,
Big Daddy Kane,
Donny Hathaway,
Masters at Work,
June Days,
Blossom Toes,
Quadrant,
Stiv Bators,
The Doors,
Average White Band,
Scratch Acid,
Echospace,
Bluetip,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Animal Collective,
Barclay James Harvest,
Essential Logic,
Wolf Eyes,
Qualms,
Roxy Music,
Tubeway Army,
The Modern Lovers,
Cymande,
La Düsseldorf,
Graham Central Station,
The Black Dice,
Wasted Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
Glenn Branca,
The Zeros,
The Toasters,
Roy Ayers,
Carl Craig,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mad Mike,
The Divine Comedy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.