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 Burundi and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Holger Czukay 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 K-Klass to the punk 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Procol Harum,
Con Funk Shun,
Sonny Sharrock,
EPMD,
James White and The Blacks,
Q and Not U,
Arcadia,
Ultravox,
the Sonics,
Talk Talk,
Scratch Acid,
Warren Ellis,
The Gladiators,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Groovy Waters,
Unrelated Segments,
Don Cherry,
Y Pants,
Crispian St. Peters,
World's Most,
Godley & Creme,
The American Breed,
Lyres,
Spoonie Gee,
The Birthday Party,
Second Layer,
kango's stein massive,
X-Ray Spex,
K-Klass,
Slave,
June of 44,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bronski Beat,
Donny Hathaway,
Soft Cell,
Amazonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Byron Stingily,
The Angels of Light,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pere Ubu,
Aswad,
Vladislav Delay,
Anakelly,
Lucky Dragons,
Au Pairs,
Janne Schatter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Das Ding,
Chrome,
Ultra Naté,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neil Young,
X-102,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dennis Brown,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Saccharine Trust,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.