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 Australia and from Lagos.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 DJ Sneak 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Pierre Henry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deakin,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Tremeloes,
Warsaw,
Pet Shop Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Reagan Youth,
E-Dancer,
James Chance & The Contortions,
June Days,
Dave Gahan,
Altered Images,
X-Ray Spex,
Brass Construction,
Flash Fearless,
The Alarm Clocks,
Patti Smith,
Janne Schatter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
K-Klass,
Motorama,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tomorrow,
Kurtis Blow,
The Monks,
The Barracudas,
DNA,
B.T. Express,
Skaos,
The Leaves,
the Bar-Kays,
Howard Jones,
Depeche Mode,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fire Engines,
Dead Boys,
Quando Quango,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gabor Szabo,
Faraquet,
The Blackbyrds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
One Last Wish,
Oblivians,
48th St. Collective,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Al Stewart,
Boredoms,
Audionom,
Grey Daturas,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sonics,
Pagans,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.