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 San Marino and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 The Neon Judgement to the rock 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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Young Rascals,
Tim Buckley,
Circle Jerks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jerry's Kids,
Camouflage,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pere Ubu,
Porter Ricks,
The Golliwogs,
ABC,
Icehouse,
Jandek,
Outsiders,
Tommy Roe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Five Americans,
DJ Style,
Essential Logic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Sheep,
Public Image Ltd.,
Erykah Badu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Vogues,
Model 500,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Offenders,
Cecil Taylor,
Tubeway Army,
kango's stein massive,
Johnny Clarke,
Monolake,
Bootsy Collins,
Newcleus,
Connie Case,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arthur Verocai,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joe Finger,
Terry Callier,
Derrick May,
James Chance & The Contortions,
a-ha,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quadrant,
Moebius,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
B.T. Express,
Big Daddy Kane,
Magazine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Moleskins,
The Moody Blues,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.