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 Greece and from Salvador.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Roy Ayers to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rhythm & Sound,
H. Thieme,
Faraquet,
Radiohead,
Ten City,
The Names,
Deadbeat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Suicide,
Desert Stars,
Cybotron,
Bad Manners,
Lightning Bolt,
Max Romeo,
Albert Ayler,
Lower 48,
The Blackbyrds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Raincoats,
Pierre Henry,
Dawn Penn,
Big Daddy Kane,
Section 25,
Supertramp,
Absolute Body Control,
Shuggie Otis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Grass Roots,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The New Christs,
Heaven 17,
The Move,
The Beau Brummels,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fortunes,
The Electric Prunes,
Sällskapet,
Aswad,
Quando Quango,
Gong,
a-ha,
Hashim,
Sight & Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Scott Walker,
Ronan,
Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Mummies,
The Pretty Things,
Average White Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Masters at Work,
Blake Baxter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Real Kids,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Last Poets,
Pole,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.