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 Bhutan and from Madrid.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 Kerri Chandler to the grime 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Thompson Twins,
Matthew Halsall,
Bang On A Can,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Country Teasers,
X-102,
10cc,
Symarip,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Half Japanese,
Unwound,
T. Rex,
Black Flag,
Tears for Fears,
The Count Five,
Amon Düül,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Index,
Aural Exciters,
Colin Newman,
Roy Ayers,
The Gun Club,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vainqueur,
Guru Guru,
Sight & Sound,
The Move,
The Blues Magoos,
Althea and Donna,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ice-T,
Visage,
Pussy Galore,
Oneida,
Franke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Invisible,
Soulsonic Force,
Radiopuhelimet,
Television,
The Pop Group,
The Doors,
Janne Schatter,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dead C,
New Order,
This Heat,
Animal Collective,
Minor Threat,
Nils Olav,
the Sonics,
Talk Talk,
Cluster,
Marvin Gaye,
Frankie Knuckles,
Donald Byrd,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
MDC,
Connie Case,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.