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 Kazakhstan and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Rhythm & Sound to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Magazine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Talk Talk,
Infiniti,
Marcia Griffiths,
Make Up,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Depeche Mode,
Jawbox,
Sam Rivers,
Black Pus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Von Mondo,
Unwound,
Ponytail,
Grauzone,
The Sonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eli Mardock,
Joyce Sims,
Amazonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blossom Toes,
Spandau Ballet,
June Days,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Skaos,
Organ,
FM Einheit,
Royal Trux,
Anakelly,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sex Pistols,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-101,
The Gladiators,
Mandrill,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Durutti Column,
The Cure,
Altered Images,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dead Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Stereo Dub,
X-Ray Spex,
Marine Girls,
Black Moon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soulsonic Force,
A Certain Ratio,
Camouflage,
Rotary Connection,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.