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 Burundi and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Black Pus,
Pantytec,
David Axelrod,
Spoonie Gee,
Lightning Bolt,
The Velvet Underground,
Shoche,
the Germs,
Thompson Twins,
Matthew Bourne,
Pylon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Urselle,
Popol Vuh,
The Five Americans,
The Count Five,
Underground Resistance,
Wire,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kurtis Blow,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Invisible,
Scientists,
Ossler,
Hardrive,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Symarip,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare,
Saccharine Trust,
Gregory Isaacs,
DNA,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
China Crisis,
Wolf Eyes,
Alton Ellis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The New Christs,
Nirvana,
Aswad,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lyres,
Eli Mardock,
The Gladiators,
X-102,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dual Sessions,
Loose Ends,
The Associates,
Aural Exciters,
Jacob Miller,
Minny Pops,
Ice-T,
The Fortunes,
The Angels of Light,
Arcadia,
Roxy Music,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.