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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Pierre Henry to the rap 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Echospace,
Ponytail,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Magazine,
Brick,
Cameo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cluster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
EPMD,
John Cale,
10cc,
Youth Brigade,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ronnie Foster,
The Remains,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camouflage,
Clear Light,
Little Man,
David Bowie,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
Half Japanese,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cecil Taylor,
Toni Rubio,
Sound Behaviour,
The Evens,
Matthew Bourne,
Dark Day,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Godley & Creme,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeff Lynne,
Jacob Miller,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Niagra,
The Pretty Things,
Simply Red,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gun Club,
Nik Kershaw,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed,
Juan Atkins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deakin,
Rufus Thomas,
Trumans Water,
Man Parrish,
Reuben Wilson,
Magma,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ronan,
The Skatalites,
Crispy Ambulance,
D'Angelo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.