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 Chad 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Franke to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mission of Burma,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joyce Sims,
The Barracudas,
Fear,
the Normal,
Mantronix,
The Neon Judgement,
The Zeros,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Clear Light,
Audionom,
Sexual Harrassment,
Section 25,
Grauzone,
Al Stewart,
Outsiders,
Mo-Dettes,
Sugar Minott,
FM Einheit,
The Seeds,
John Coltrane,
Hardrive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Star Department,
Brothers Johnson,
Isaac Hayes,
Anthony Braxton,
Scott Walker,
Banda Bassotti,
Roxy Music,
Young Marble Giants,
Amazonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Average White Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Womack,
Tres Demented,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Techniques,
Quadrant,
The Velvet Underground,
Crispy Ambulance,
Suburban Knight,
Pussy Galore,
Ash Ra Tempel,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Remains,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deakin,
Lou Christie,
Malaria!,
Marc Almond,
Ten City,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.