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 Tuvalu and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 Shuggie Otis to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Ossler,
Thompson Twins,
Altered Images,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gories,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Adolescents,
Gabor Szabo,
June of 44,
Bobby Womack,
Kaleidoscope,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Public Enemy,
Boz Scaggs,
Camberwell Now,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rites of Spring,
Joensuu 1685,
The Leaves,
Brand Nubian,
Arab on Radar,
Mission of Burma,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Skatalites,
Ultimate Spinach,
Juan Atkins,
Leonard Cohen,
Joy Division,
The Gun Club,
Negative Approach,
Radiohead,
Sällskapet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blake Baxter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Moebius,
The Stooges,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Underground Resistance,
Bluetip,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cymande,
Prince Buster,
Jawbox,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lungfish,
Connie Case,
The Gladiators,
Youth Brigade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Suicide,
Young Marble Giants,
Yellowson,
Nirvana,
Sandy B,
F. McDonald,
Todd Terry,
Erykah Badu,
Spandau Ballet,
Loose Ends,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.