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 Seychelles and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Nile Rodgers 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 10cc to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Skriet,
the Normal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Görl,
U.S. Maple,
The Motions,
Robert Hood,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crash Course in Science,
Subhumans,
Blake Baxter,
Animal Collective,
The Invisible,
Jacques Brel,
Steve Hackett,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joey Negro,
Scrapy,
Nas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cure,
Reuben Wilson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flipper,
Todd Rundgren,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grauzone,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harry Pussy,
Altered Images,
Pierre Henry,
Andrew Hill,
Parry Music,
Alton Ellis,
The Evens,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Liliput,
Vladislav Delay,
Schoolly D,
One Last Wish,
Sam Rivers,
The Monks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Prince Buster,
Darondo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Susan Cadogan,
The Misunderstood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Piero Umiliani,
X-102,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pantytec,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Stooges,
Boz Scaggs,
The Techniques,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.