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 South and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Swell Maps to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Drexciya,
Todd Rundgren,
kango's stein massive,
Silicon Teens,
Idris Muhammad,
Ornette Coleman,
Mark Hollis,
The Divine Comedy,
UT,
Peter & Gordon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Masters at Work,
Ultra Naté,
the Slits,
the Normal,
Bobby Womack,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cramps,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gong,
Technova,
The Saints,
Clear Light,
Theoretical Girls,
Motorama,
Flash Fearless,
Nirvana,
Tears for Fears,
Cybotron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Steve Hackett,
The Moody Blues,
Prince Buster,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amon Düül II,
Nik Kershaw,
F. McDonald,
Blossom Toes,
Josef K,
Fela Kuti,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Martian,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Birthday Party,
Zero Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Michelle Simonal,
X-101,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barclay James Harvest,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aural Exciters,
Magma,
The Residents,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roxette,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.