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 Azerbaijan and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 FM Einheit to the funk 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Walker Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Underground Resistance,
Second Layer,
Lower 48,
The Gories,
Chris & Cosey,
The Misunderstood,
Magazine,
Infiniti,
Ultimate Spinach,
Magma,
Laurel Aitken,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arab on Radar,
David Bowie,
Rapeman,
Derrick Morgan,
B.T. Express,
Technova,
Freddie Wadling,
The Buckinghams,
The Electric Prunes,
Babytalk,
LL Cool J,
Wasted Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
Ohio Players,
Tim Buckley,
Eddi Front,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Modern Lovers,
The Raincoats,
Altered Images,
Brand Nubian,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minny Pops,
Main Source,
The Motions,
Sound Behaviour,
Bauhaus,
FM Einheit,
Donald Byrd,
Charles Mingus,
The Human League,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minor Threat,
JFA,
Crime,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gap Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Lydon,
Sun Ra,
Livin' Joy,
Nico,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.