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 Dominica and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 June of 44 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Basic Channel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Golliwogs,
The Smoke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Trojans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Graham Central Station,
The Human League,
Kayak,
Oblivians,
Electric Prunes,
Johnny Clarke,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ten City,
cv313,
Ultravox,
The Dirtbombs,
The Real Kids,
Peter & Gordon,
Lyres,
Minny Pops,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed,
Derrick May,
Grey Daturas,
Chrome,
Skarface,
Soulsonic Force,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bang On A Can,
Rapeman,
Hot Snakes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stetsasonic,
Rosa Yemen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Residents,
Gang Green,
Ossler,
Pantaleimon,
Trumans Water,
Joey Negro,
Kas Product,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Buckinghams,
Jeff Mills,
Leonard Cohen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Erykah Badu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Television Personalities,
Warsaw,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Raincoats,
Yusef Lateef,
Eli Mardock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.