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 Belarus and from Houston.
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 Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pussy Galore to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Cymande,
Ossler,
Max Romeo,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Pretty Things,
Whodini,
Ken Boothe,
Japan,
Alison Limerick,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Sherman,
Lalann,
Minnie Riperton,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Durutti Column,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Zeros,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Starr,
Fluxion,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Womack,
Susan Cadogan,
Danielle Patucci,
The Tremeloes,
Kerri Chandler,
Pantaleimon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jeff Lynne,
Pole,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Severed Heads,
Jerry's Kids,
Saccharine Trust,
Country Teasers,
Grey Daturas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Simply Red,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chrome,
Marc Almond,
Nas,
Schoolly D,
Dark Day,
Donald Byrd,
Todd Terry,
Average White Band,
Anakelly,
Ten City,
Blake Baxter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Underground Resistance,
Young Marble Giants,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.