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 Korea North and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 John Cale to the jazz 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Nirvana,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hashim,
New York Dolls,
A Certain Ratio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Human League,
Flipper,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gap Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Bad Manners,
Lakeside,
Subhumans,
Nils Olav,
Danielle Patucci,
Josef K,
Erasure,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hot Snakes,
The Monochrome Set,
Hasil Adkins,
Mad Mike,
Q65,
The Pretty Things,
Soft Machine,
The Offenders,
Lyres,
Ultravox,
Moss Icon,
Morten Harket,
The Stooges,
The Beau Brummels,
Groovy Waters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Second Layer,
Rod Modell,
Barrington Levy,
Todd Terry,
Oblivians,
The Knickerbockers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neu!,
Parry Music,
Donny Hathaway,
Robert Görl,
Kurtis Blow,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Whodini,
Neil Young,
Man Parrish,
The Birthday Party,
Peter & Gordon,
Supertramp,
Zapp,
Stereo Dub,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.