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 El Salvador and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 K-Klass to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Idris Muhammad,
Hot Snakes,
The Standells,
Bush Tetras,
Pussy Galore,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Silicon Teens,
Trumans Water,
Pantaleimon,
The Moleskins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crash Course in Science,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Youth Brigade,
Drexciya,
Neu!,
FM Einheit,
Slick Rick,
Infiniti,
Sun Ra,
Fat Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deadbeat,
Hoover,
EPMD,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Susan Cadogan,
Roy Ayers,
Cymande,
Spoonie Gee,
Gastr Del Sol,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lungfish,
L. Decosne,
The Durutti Column,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cramps,
Duran Duran,
Yellowson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radiohead,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Sister Nancy,
Clear Light,
Darondo,
Guru Guru,
Radiopuhelimet,
One Last Wish,
Slave,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lalann,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alison Limerick,
Mission of Burma,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.