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 Zambia and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Eli Mardock,
Nas,
Jeff Mills,
Minnie Riperton,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pantytec,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lalann,
Country Teasers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Stooges,
Das Ding,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Adolescents,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sonic Youth,
The Real Kids,
X-Ray Spex,
Deepchord,
The Grass Roots,
Pylon,
The Victims,
Steve Hackett,
Malaria!,
The Zeros,
Trumans Water,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DNA,
Amon Düül,
The Buckinghams,
The Sound,
Crooked Eye,
Sun City Girls,
Hardrive,
Loose Ends,
The Skatalites,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alton Ellis,
Fatback Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Livin' Joy,
Index,
FM Einheit,
The Invisible,
Fugazi,
The Saints,
Gerry Rafferty,
Althea and Donna,
Sonny Sharrock,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Knickerbockers,
Essential Logic,
Soulsonic Force,
Faraquet,
Deadbeat,
Tears for Fears,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.