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 Chad and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 the Fania All-Stars to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Spoonie Gee,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Carl Craig,
Kerrie Biddell,
Basic Channel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
AZ,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fugs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rotary Connection,
Slick Rick,
Con Funk Shun,
the Soft Cell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fluxion,
Cymande,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Piero Umiliani,
The Stooges,
Althea and Donna,
Deadbeat,
The Motions,
Warsaw,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cramps,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sonics,
Smog,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marc Almond,
The Saints,
Henry Cow,
Country Teasers,
The Martian,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stereo Dub,
Lucky Dragons,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Womack,
The Fire Engines,
the Association,
Das Ding,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Agitation Free,
Soft Cell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Surgeon,
Harry Pussy,
Stiv Bators,
Echospace,
The Birthday Party,
The Wake,
Liliput,
The Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Clear Light,
Roxette,
Darondo,
Howard Jones,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.