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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Easy Going to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Lakeside,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Johnny Osbourne,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang of Four,
The Modern Lovers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crooked Eye,
Model 500,
Albert Ayler,
The Cure,
Brass Construction,
the Germs,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Accadde A,
Au Pairs,
Country Teasers,
Bauhaus,
June of 44,
The Barracudas,
X-102,
Sarah Menescal,
John Foxx,
Average White Band,
the Normal,
Alice Coltrane,
Cymande,
The Fuzztones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Echospace,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kayak,
Monks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Durutti Column,
Sällskapet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Circle Jerks,
Morten Harket,
Whodini,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marine Girls,
Stiv Bators,
Gong,
Kerri Chandler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Byron Stingily,
Simply Red,
The Gap Band,
Sixth Finger,
Pierre Henry,
Grauzone,
Deakin,
Royal Trux,
Mary Jane Girls,
Q65,
Nils Olav,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.