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 Indonesia and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Charles Mingus to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lightning Bolt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Visage,
Blake Baxter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sixth Finger,
Rekid,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Womack,
Colin Newman,
Scion,
Joey Negro,
Boredoms,
Dual Sessions,
Monks,
One Last Wish,
Bill Wells,
The Detroit Cobras,
H. Thieme,
Sight & Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moby Grape,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lindisfarne,
MDC,
cv313,
Susan Cadogan,
Warsaw,
Television,
The Associates,
The Sound,
The Vogues,
Lou Christie,
The Moleskins,
Ken Boothe,
The Zeros,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cramps,
Jeff Lynne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Martian,
Graham Central Station,
Make Up,
FM Einheit,
Barry Ungar,
Second Layer,
Marine Girls,
Wire,
Bill Near,
the Normal,
Gang Starr,
Harpers Bizarre,
Patti Smith,
Ultra Naté,
La Düsseldorf,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.