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 Croatia and from Bremen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Soul II Soul,
Echospace,
Nik Kershaw,
Nils Olav,
David McCallum,
Fela Kuti,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Starr,
Magma,
Nico,
The Golliwogs,
Swell Maps,
Mad Mike,
The Real Kids,
8 Eyed Spy,
Zero Boys,
Index,
Moss Icon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sonic Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Kinks,
Qualms,
The Slackers,
Vainqueur,
Robert Hood,
Sarah Menescal,
The Moleskins,
Visage,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alton Ellis,
Minutemen,
The Cure,
Reuben Wilson,
X-101,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Heaven 17,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Remains,
Scott Walker,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Foxx,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Walker Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Theoretical Girls,
David Axelrod,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chrome,
DNA,
Loose Ends,
Gang Green,
the Human League,
Reagan Youth,
Joy Division,
Babytalk,
The Smiths,
PIL,
Altered Images,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.