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 Angola and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
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 theremin 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 ABC to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dawn Penn,
John Holt,
Ultravox,
Cameo,
Prince Buster,
Vainqueur,
Susan Cadogan,
Qualms,
The Motions,
Arthur Verocai,
Soulsonic Force,
Drexciya,
The Sonics,
Smog,
Rufus Thomas,
New York Dolls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Slits,
LL Cool J,
Arab on Radar,
Matthew Bourne,
R.M.O.,
Colin Newman,
Dual Sessions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Smiths,
Rotary Connection,
Second Layer,
Half Japanese,
Parry Music,
The Selecter,
the Bar-Kays,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Pop Group,
Sonic Youth,
Accadde A,
The Gun Club,
The Last Poets,
The Seeds,
Clear Light,
The Fall,
Avey Tare,
Crash Course in Science,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deakin,
Pierre Henry,
The Martian,
Letta Mbulu,
Joy Division,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bluetip,
Radio Birdman,
Amon Düül,
The Grass Roots,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.