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 Barbados and from London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Basic Channel 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sarah Menescal,
Oneida,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Last Poets,
Vainqueur,
Von Mondo,
Robert Hood,
Bill Near,
Con Funk Shun,
Bauhaus,
Kurtis Blow,
Surgeon,
Roy Ayers,
The Dirtbombs,
Pagans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
E-Dancer,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tears for Fears,
X-102,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Franke,
Erykah Badu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Henry Cow,
Bluetip,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dark Day,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Normal,
ABC,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brick,
Yusef Lateef,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amon Düül,
The Index,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rakim,
Accadde A,
Cecil Taylor,
Slick Rick,
Drexciya,
Freddie Wadling,
U.S. Maple,
Excepter,
Technova,
Chrome,
The Seeds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultravox,
Peter & Gordon,
Althea and Donna,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.