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 Kyrgyzstan and from Portland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Doors to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Second Layer,
Dennis Brown,
Deepchord,
Isaac Hayes,
The J.B.'s,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sister Nancy,
MDC,
Sun City Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pere Ubu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dual Sessions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Schoolly D,
LL Cool J,
FM Einheit,
Kayak,
Rod Modell,
Nik Kershaw,
Rufus Thomas,
Whodini,
Theoretical Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quando Quango,
Byron Stingily,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Angels of Light,
Derrick May,
Cecil Taylor,
Moebius,
Flipper,
The Fortunes,
Peter & Gordon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Leaves,
Sarah Menescal,
Japan,
Jerry's Kids,
The Invisible,
Ludus,
The Selecter,
The Neon Judgement,
R.M.O.,
Lucky Dragons,
Scan 7,
Prince Buster,
Lightning Bolt,
Bad Manners,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tom Boy,
Thee Headcoats,
Juan Atkins,
Yazoo,
Pussy Galore,
The Fire Engines,
Scratch Acid,
Soul Sonic Force,
Niagra,
The Sonics,
Nils Olav,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.