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 Malaysia and from Woodstock.
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 Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cramps to the rap 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Carl Craig,
Roy Ayers,
Eve St. Jones,
Heaven 17,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alton Ellis,
Ice-T,
Amon Düül II,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter and Kerry,
Josef K,
The Durutti Column,
Dawn Penn,
Matthew Bourne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fire Engines,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeff Mills,
Sight & Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Cluster,
Marvin Gaye,
Motorama,
Guru Guru,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fortunes,
Terry Callier,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lindisfarne,
Severed Heads,
The Gories,
Neu!,
Procol Harum,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
FM Einheit,
Con Funk Shun,
Chris Corsano,
Lucky Dragons,
Don Cherry,
Glenn Branca,
Marc Almond,
Maleditus Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Golliwogs,
The Saints,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Zapp,
Index,
One Last Wish,
Aaron Thompson,
Boz Scaggs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deadbeat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.