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 Somalia and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Jeff Mills to the rap 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Pierre Henry,
Motorama,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Essential Logic,
Soulsonic Force,
Stetsasonic,
Spandau Ballet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric Dolphy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Buckinghams,
Peter & Gordon,
Fear,
Bill Near,
Lyres,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wolf Eyes,
Funky Four + One,
Rosa Yemen,
Erykah Badu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Negative Approach,
Zero Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joyce Sims,
Black Bananas,
Warsaw,
Jeff Lynne,
Crash Course in Science,
Heaven 17,
Suburban Knight,
One Last Wish,
Intrusion,
Nick Fraelich,
The Offenders,
Darondo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rod Modell,
Derrick Morgan,
Depeche Mode,
Marine Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Scientists,
Carl Craig,
Lucky Dragons,
Agent Orange,
PIL,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Slackers,
48th St. Collective,
Von Mondo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mad Mike,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Moon,
B.T. Express,
Bronski Beat,
Terrestrial Tones,
LL Cool J,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Surgeon,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.