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 Sri Lanka and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
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 organ 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 Dark Day to the rap 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
One Last Wish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Average White Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Isaac Hayes,
EPMD,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bob Dylan,
Sarah Menescal,
The Barracudas,
the Human League,
Charles Mingus,
Mo-Dettes,
Ronan,
a-ha,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lee Hazlewood,
Warsaw,
Robert Görl,
Toni Rubio,
Cecil Taylor,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Saccharine Trust,
Popol Vuh,
OOIOO,
Letta Mbulu,
Suicide,
Minnie Riperton,
Cheater Slicks,
The New Christs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Donny Hathaway,
Idris Muhammad,
Ronnie Foster,
Jerry's Kids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Surgeon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Masters at Work,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kas Product,
Heaven 17,
Sister Nancy,
Severed Heads,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tres Demented,
Ponytail,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Normal,
Young Marble Giants,
Q65,
Quando Quango,
Unrelated Segments,
Morten Harket,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.