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 Comoros and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 kango's stein massive to the grunge 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Flipper,
The Human League,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Johnny Clarke,
The Golliwogs,
Porter Ricks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Youth Brigade,
Smog,
Sparks,
Whodini,
Brothers Johnson,
Little Man,
Can,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Country Teasers,
The J.B.'s,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New York Dolls,
Warren Ellis,
Alice Coltrane,
Lalann,
Intrusion,
Flamin' Groovies,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flash Fearless,
Section 25,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Sheep,
Brass Construction,
Isaac Hayes,
Guru Guru,
The Monochrome Set,
Arthur Verocai,
Ornette Coleman,
Danielle Patucci,
Animal Collective,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Names,
Negative Approach,
Arcadia,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jacob Miller,
Juan Atkins,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quantec,
Con Funk Shun,
Pagans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cal Tjader,
Harry Pussy,
Kerrie Biddell,
a-ha,
Erasure,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.