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 Cyprus and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Make Up to the rock 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Rekid,
Thee Headcoats,
Pet Shop Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soft Machine,
The Wake,
Mandrill,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Anakelly,
The Offenders,
Royal Trux,
Bauhaus,
Inner City,
Tears for Fears,
Aloha Tigers,
Maleditus Sound,
Zapp,
48th St. Collective,
Tommy Roe,
Sandy B,
The Fall,
Albert Ayler,
the Association,
Unrelated Segments,
Whodini,
Flash Fearless,
The American Breed,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Birthday Party,
Grey Daturas,
Patti Smith,
Soul II Soul,
Pantaleimon,
Black Bananas,
The Gap Band,
Mad Mike,
The Motions,
Harmonia,
The Martian,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New Order,
Delta 5,
Popol Vuh,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marvin Gaye,
The Seeds,
John Coltrane,
The Moleskins,
Marmalade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sound Behaviour,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neu!,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.