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 Hungary and from Jakarta.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the jazz 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Birthday Party,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minor Threat,
Average White Band,
Suicide,
Wings,
Cameo,
Shoche,
Lindisfarne,
LL Cool J,
Gichy Dan,
X-102,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aloha Tigers,
Skriet,
Slave,
Fatback Band,
Maurizio,
Eurythmics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Doors,
Mo-Dettes,
Icehouse,
Pierre Henry,
The Move,
Ultravox,
Roxy Music,
Can,
The Fuzztones,
Echospace,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Erasure,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fortunes,
The Selecter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Colin Newman,
Sparks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Derrick May,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Panda Bear,
the Germs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Man Parrish,
Erykah Badu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barrington Levy,
Piero Umiliani,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harry Pussy,
Althea and Donna,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Beau Brummels,
Index,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Last Poets,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.