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 Mexico and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alice Coltrane to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
The Slits,
KRS-One,
Swell Maps,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Warren Ellis,
Procol Harum,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rod Modell,
Average White Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Lightning Bolt,
Prince Buster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Standells,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Techniques,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Isaac Hayes,
Simply Red,
Whodini,
June Days,
The Blues Magoos,
Buzzcocks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Anakelly,
Metal Thangz,
Chrome,
Moebius,
Excepter,
Ponytail,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bang On A Can,
Ten City,
The Five Americans,
Mantronix,
The Gun Club,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brass Construction,
Ronnie Foster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sound Behaviour,
Babytalk,
Marmalade,
Talk Talk,
The Martian,
Joyce Sims,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mark Hollis,
Ludus,
Tommy Roe,
Suicide,
Los Fastidios,
Pharoah Sanders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
48th St. Collective,
Icehouse,
John Cale,
Nik Kershaw,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.