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 Turkmenistan and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Porter Ricks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Wasted Youth,
Tomorrow,
Essential Logic,
Donald Byrd,
kango's stein massive,
cv313,
Black Sheep,
Jacob Miller,
Mad Mike,
Delta 5,
Graham Central Station,
Judy Mowatt,
the Slits,
Stetsasonic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Erasure,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Los Fastidios,
Moss Icon,
Godley & Creme,
Icehouse,
The Young Rascals,
The Blues Magoos,
Wolf Eyes,
Swans,
Talk Talk,
The Victims,
Johnny Osbourne,
Charles Mingus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quando Quango,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lakeside,
Deadbeat,
AZ,
Laurel Aitken,
DNA,
Peter and Kerry,
The Pretty Things,
Don Cherry,
Duran Duran,
Brand Nubian,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Visage,
Technova,
Althea and Donna,
Popol Vuh,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-101,
Liliput,
Soft Cell,
The Dead C,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New York Dolls,
Arcadia,
Masters at Work,
the Germs,
Zapp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nas,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.