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 Kazakhstan and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 Mighty Diamonds to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Trumans Water,
This Heat,
Arthur Verocai,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DJ Sneak,
Saccharine Trust,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fuzztones,
The Gories,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mummies,
Con Funk Shun,
The Golliwogs,
The Fortunes,
D'Angelo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Neon Judgement,
Motorama,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rosa Yemen,
Massinfluence,
Joe Smooth,
10cc,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Toni Rubio,
The Smoke,
Radiohead,
Boz Scaggs,
Warren Ellis,
Bronski Beat,
Slave,
Lalann,
Eyeless In Gaza,
In Retrospect,
Idris Muhammad,
Ponytail,
Leonard Cohen,
Joey Negro,
Gong,
The Fall,
Country Teasers,
Symarip,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Starr,
Eric Copeland,
Isaac Hayes,
A Certain Ratio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brand Nubian,
Glenn Branca,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David McCallum,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Letta Mbulu,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.