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 the UAE and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Donald Fagen 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 David Axelrod to the crunk 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crispy Ambulance,
Colin Newman,
Cymande,
Wolf Eyes,
Eve St. Jones,
T.S.O.L.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neil Young,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sight & Sound,
Lyres,
Tubeway Army,
Ronnie Foster,
Pet Shop Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Moon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Wyatt,
Byron Stingily,
Sex Pistols,
Moby Grape,
Amazonics,
Peter & Gordon,
E-Dancer,
Khruangbin,
The Tremeloes,
Anthony Braxton,
Alison Limerick,
Joe Smooth,
MC5,
Babytalk,
Au Pairs,
Cybotron,
The Monks,
The Electric Prunes,
Delta 5,
Fad Gadget,
Newcleus,
The Pop Group,
The Motions,
Brass Construction,
Bluetip,
Derrick Morgan,
Audionom,
Andrew Hill,
Swell Maps,
Piero Umiliani,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang of Four,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare,
X-101,
Sam Rivers,
Marine Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Qualms,
Chris & Cosey,
Index,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.