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 Monaco and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the organ 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 Lalann to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Gabor Szabo,
The Birthday Party,
Pulsallama,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Matthew Bourne,
Derrick May,
Johnny Clarke,
Livin' Joy,
Black Moon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Slick Rick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Pop Group,
Brand Nubian,
Joy Division,
Albert Ayler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
EPMD,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Byrd,
Morten Harket,
Faraquet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rosa Yemen,
Stetsasonic,
Deepchord,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Donny Hathaway,
The Techniques,
Nico,
Dennis Brown,
Cecil Taylor,
Lindisfarne,
Mo-Dettes,
The Selecter,
Gang Gang Dance,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dirtbombs,
June of 44,
Mantronix,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gladiators,
Technova,
Alison Limerick,
Motorama,
The Modern Lovers,
Jacob Miller,
Negative Approach,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Massinfluence,
Maurizio,
Make Up,
Reagan Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Smoke,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Five Americans,
Gang Green,
The Gun Club,
Lee Hazlewood,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.