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 Estonia and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Todd Terry 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Germs,
The Trojans,
K-Klass,
Liliput,
Flash Fearless,
Sound Behaviour,
the Human League,
Alphaville,
Ken Boothe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Graham Central Station,
Amon Düül,
Derrick May,
Tomorrow,
Popol Vuh,
The Selecter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brothers Johnson,
John Coltrane,
Hasil Adkins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Vogues,
Quando Quango,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Saints,
The Cowsills,
The Gories,
the Swans,
Donny Hathaway,
Scratch Acid,
Television,
Sight & Sound,
LL Cool J,
The Cramps,
Lakeside,
Swell Maps,
Radio Birdman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Monolake,
Alison Limerick,
The Fugs,
the Sonics,
Whodini,
The Techniques,
Massinfluence,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Idris Muhammad,
Public Enemy,
ABBA,
Scrapy,
Minutemen,
Alice Coltrane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cheater Slicks,
Drexciya,
ABC,
Amon Düül II,
Ultravox,
Stetsasonic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.