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 Japan and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Schoolly D,
Junior Murvin,
Mission of Burma,
The Move,
the Human League,
The Velvet Underground,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Drexciya,
Chrome,
Shuggie Otis,
CMW,
Black Pus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Associates,
David Axelrod,
Nils Olav,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mark Hollis,
Brothers Johnson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Pop Group,
Shoche,
Cal Tjader,
Lyres,
The Dave Clark Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Litter,
Thee Headcoats,
Dual Sessions,
Erasure,
Zapp,
Public Enemy,
Scan 7,
Howard Jones,
Theoretical Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boz Scaggs,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Lydon,
Audionom,
Youth Brigade,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Buckinghams,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Duran Duran,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun City Girls,
Funkadelic,
Yellowson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Erykah Badu,
Steve Hackett,
Davy DMX,
Pole,
Pylon,
a-ha,
Livin' Joy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.