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 Bolivia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Popol Vuh to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
The Misunderstood,
The Walker Brothers,
The Move,
Jeff Mills,
Icehouse,
The Monochrome Set,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Residents,
Patti Smith,
The Star Department,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kenny Larkin,
Cecil Taylor,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fluxion,
Chrome,
Mantronix,
Country Teasers,
The Blues Magoos,
Absolute Body Control,
Sällskapet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Leaves,
Black Bananas,
Liliput,
the Soft Cell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The New Christs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Matthew Halsall,
The J.B.'s,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang of Four,
Todd Rundgren,
Lakeside,
Wire,
The Victims,
Subhumans,
Harry Pussy,
Arcadia,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Angels of Light,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ohio Players,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Swans,
Malaria!,
10cc,
Sight & Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Newcleus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Moody Blues,
Qualms,
Audionom,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.