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 Malawi and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 The American Breed to the techno 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Girls At Our Best!,
A Certain Ratio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blossom Toes,
The Durutti Column,
Malaria!,
Oneida,
Eve St. Jones,
Todd Rundgren,
Howard Jones,
Eden Ahbez,
Delta 5,
ABBA,
Todd Terry,
Sarah Menescal,
Arthur Verocai,
Icehouse,
James White and The Blacks,
Can,
Amon Düül,
This Heat,
Lightning Bolt,
Eli Mardock,
Audionom,
Faraquet,
Michelle Simonal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DJ Style,
Accadde A,
Black Sheep,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hardrive,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alice Coltrane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang of Four,
Susan Cadogan,
China Crisis,
Grandmaster Flash,
cv313,
Stiv Bators,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stetsasonic,
Glenn Branca,
Ituana,
Jeff Mills,
June of 44,
Heaven 17,
Rod Modell,
Tim Buckley,
Nas,
Roger Hodgson,
Schoolly D,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fluxion,
Rapeman,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.