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 Nigeria and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Surgeon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bush Tetras,
Black Sheep,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
FM Einheit,
Pantaleimon,
Skaos,
Ultra Naté,
Desert Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
Toni Rubio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ronnie Foster,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stiv Bators,
Spoonie Gee,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nils Olav,
Quando Quango,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stetsasonic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yazoo,
Shuggie Otis,
Malaria!,
Oneida,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nico,
Carl Craig,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barbara Tucker,
Marmalade,
Faraquet,
Erasure,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bluetip,
Fear,
In Retrospect,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Starr,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mars,
Amon Düül II,
Crooked Eye,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barrington Levy,
The Trojans,
Matthew Bourne,
Radio Birdman,
The Sonics,
Q and Not U,
The Beau Brummels,
The Associates,
Cal Tjader,
Zapp,
Public Image Ltd.,
Suicide,
The Toasters,
Brothers Johnson,
Sam Rivers,
Y Pants,
Reuben Wilson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.