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 Liberia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alphaville to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Roxette,
Groovy Waters,
The Velvet Underground,
Schoolly D,
The Residents,
Sight & Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Foxx,
Radiopuhelimet,
Al Stewart,
Lower 48,
Soft Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sound Behaviour,
The Walker Brothers,
Roxy Music,
The Blackbyrds,
Pantytec,
Scan 7,
Lakeside,
Sixth Finger,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Angry Samoans,
The Red Krayola,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Visage,
Aural Exciters,
Rapeman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Inner City,
Adolescents,
Ralphi Rosario,
Outsiders,
Man Parrish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Liliput,
Terry Callier,
The Mojo Men,
Eddi Front,
Loose Ends,
Black Pus,
Japan,
Marcia Griffiths,
David Axelrod,
Marvin Gaye,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fire Engines,
Althea and Donna,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Sheep,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Freddie Wadling,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nick Fraelich,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gichy Dan,
The Searchers,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.