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 India and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 E-Dancer 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Mandrill,
MDC,
Gang Starr,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Byrd,
Half Japanese,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Pus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marmalade,
DJ Sneak,
Infiniti,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Zeros,
Roxette,
Monks,
The Last Poets,
The Red Krayola,
World's Most,
Glenn Branca,
Cal Tjader,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kas Product,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kenny Larkin,
Circle Jerks,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
AZ,
Bad Manners,
the Germs,
Excepter,
Crime,
Derrick Morgan,
D'Angelo,
Tres Demented,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Swans,
Bootsy Collins,
Roy Ayers,
Faust,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
EPMD,
Heaven 17,
Magazine,
Ken Boothe,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lalo Schifrin,
Parry Music,
CMW,
Malaria!,
Fela Kuti,
Patti Smith,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.