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 Egypt and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
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 Fela Kuti to the funk 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lucky Dragons,
DJ Sneak,
Frankie Knuckles,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bob Dylan,
Scion,
The Fall,
The Smoke,
Fat Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Franke,
The Gap Band,
Roxette,
Delta 5,
The Monks,
Swans,
Mantronix,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Mark Hollis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Niagra,
Ultravox,
Dark Day,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tubeway Army,
10cc,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Black Dice,
Robert Hood,
The Young Rascals,
Bronski Beat,
Kenny Larkin,
Sandy B,
Lightning Bolt,
Moby Grape,
Susan Cadogan,
The Barracudas,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
the Soft Cell,
Jandek,
X-101,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang of Four,
Mission of Burma,
The Five Americans,
John Lydon,
Big Daddy Kane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yellowson,
Warsaw,
Crispy Ambulance,
Donny Hathaway,
Ornette Coleman,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.