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 United Kingdom and from Jakarta.
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 Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Shoche to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Aswad,
Unwound,
Bronski Beat,
Agitation Free,
Delta 5,
Terry Callier,
48th St. Collective,
New Order,
Reuben Wilson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Smoke,
Gabor Szabo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hashim,
Charles Mingus,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Modern Lovers,
Swans,
Cluster,
Skriet,
Monolake,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stereo Dub,
Deepchord,
FM Einheit,
The Doors,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sandy B,
Main Source,
The Blues Magoos,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lower 48,
The Monochrome Set,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Porter Ricks,
Mandrill,
Ralphi Rosario,
Zero Boys,
LL Cool J,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun Ra,
Aaron Thompson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ronan,
Rosa Yemen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scion,
Lungfish,
Deakin,
The Motions,
KRS-One,
Todd Terry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Donny Hathaway,
Sarah Menescal,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.