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 Afghanistan and from Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Alton Ellis to the dance 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Radiohead,
Mo-Dettes,
The Techniques,
Lightning Bolt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skarface,
Crooked Eye,
Echospace,
Half Japanese,
Sound Behaviour,
Minnie Riperton,
The Electric Prunes,
Slick Rick,
Pantytec,
Davy DMX,
DJ Style,
Suburban Knight,
Warren Ellis,
Main Source,
Eric B and Rakim,
48th St. Collective,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Skatalites,
Agitation Free,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gap Band,
Amon Düül II,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun Ra,
T. Rex,
Deepchord,
Sarah Menescal,
Roger Hodgson,
Quando Quango,
Bluetip,
Eddi Front,
The Blackbyrds,
June Days,
Nik Kershaw,
Guru Guru,
Grauzone,
Trumans Water,
Smog,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Al Stewart,
Ten City,
Jandek,
Severed Heads,
Piero Umiliani,
Graham Central Station,
Minutemen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yusef Lateef,
Radio Birdman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Vogues,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.