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 Antigua and from Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Black Moon,
The Grass Roots,
A Certain Ratio,
the Slits,
Absolute Body Control,
Tim Buckley,
Yusef Lateef,
The Motions,
Morten Harket,
Negative Approach,
The Litter,
The Red Krayola,
Pole,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
B.T. Express,
Glenn Branca,
Black Sheep,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Byrd,
Derrick May,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tres Demented,
Anakelly,
PIL,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Erasure,
The Moody Blues,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bluetip,
The Martian,
Matthew Bourne,
Echospace,
John Foxx,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Accadde A,
Wasted Youth,
the Germs,
Brand Nubian,
Vainqueur,
L. Decosne,
Yaz,
Radio Birdman,
Dennis Brown,
Oneida,
Kenny Larkin,
The Birthday Party,
Franke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rufus Thomas,
The Monks,
The Beau Brummels,
ABBA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mars,
Darondo,
Japan,
Los Fastidios,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nick Fraelich,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.