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 Belize and from Delhi.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Motorama to the grime 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Barrington Levy,
Sun City Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
The Modern Lovers,
Icehouse,
H. Thieme,
Iggy Pop,
Crispy Ambulance,
Porter Ricks,
Nik Kershaw,
Lakeside,
Ronnie Foster,
the Soft Cell,
Sight & Sound,
Quadrant,
Frankie Knuckles,
CMW,
Sandy B,
Brick,
Lucky Dragons,
Pylon,
Camouflage,
Graham Central Station,
The Wake,
Warren Ellis,
Soft Cell,
Peter and Kerry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hoover,
Rotary Connection,
Agent Orange,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arcadia,
Essential Logic,
Sparks,
Q and Not U,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scan 7,
In Retrospect,
The Smiths,
Con Funk Shun,
Soul II Soul,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Symarip,
Archie Shepp,
X-Ray Spex,
Jerry's Kids,
48th St. Collective,
Althea and Donna,
The Neon Judgement,
the Human League,
Scion,
Ronan,
The Index,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cybotron,
Yaz,
Cal Tjader,
The United States of America,
Crime,
Tres Demented,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.