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 Saudi Arabia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 John Cale to the rock 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Royal Trux,
Ornette Coleman,
Zapp,
Cluster,
Gang of Four,
Grey Daturas,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Inner City,
Matthew Bourne,
Cybotron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter & Gordon,
Mr. Review,
The Smoke,
James White and The Blacks,
The Vogues,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skarface,
The Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeff Lynne,
Mission of Burma,
The Zeros,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Los Fastidios,
The Gladiators,
The J.B.'s,
Sister Nancy,
Skriet,
Make Up,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joe Finger,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chrome,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Christie,
Scott Walker,
Ludus,
Index,
K-Klass,
Panda Bear,
The Invisible,
Moebius,
Reagan Youth,
L. Decosne,
Brass Construction,
Black Sheep,
Ronan,
Gong,
David Axelrod,
Bob Dylan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Warsaw,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultimate Spinach,
Half Japanese,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.