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 Guinea 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Man Eating Sloth to the techno 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Chrome,
Ituana,
The New Christs,
Agitation Free,
The Cowsills,
Barrington Levy,
The Fuzztones,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sister Nancy,
Goldenarms,
The Count Five,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fugs,
Glenn Branca,
T. Rex,
Joe Smooth,
Alison Limerick,
8 Eyed Spy,
UT,
Eric Copeland,
Basic Channel,
Eurythmics,
Funky Four + One,
Judy Mowatt,
The Last Poets,
The Victims,
Mad Mike,
Soulsonic Force,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Trojans,
The Human League,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minnie Riperton,
The Velvet Underground,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Outsiders,
Harry Pussy,
Soul II Soul,
Tubeway Army,
Saccharine Trust,
Archie Shepp,
The Techniques,
Symarip,
Alphaville,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Real Kids,
Drexciya,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Invisible,
Erykah Badu,
Zapp,
Man Eating Sloth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pantytec,
Fad Gadget,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.