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 Turkey and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 X-102 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Dawn Penn,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Adolescents,
Freddie Wadling,
Con Funk Shun,
Swans,
Ronan,
This Heat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mad Mike,
The Angels of Light,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeff Mills,
48th St. Collective,
The Moody Blues,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Howard Jones,
Saccharine Trust,
Ice-T,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric Dolphy,
Roxy Music,
Subhumans,
Newcleus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Laurel Aitken,
Livin' Joy,
Joy Division,
Kerrie Biddell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Golliwogs,
F. McDonald,
Anakelly,
The Smiths,
Easy Going,
Minnie Riperton,
Eden Ahbez,
The Monochrome Set,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pussy Galore,
Crime,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Moon,
Fad Gadget,
Hashim,
The Fuzztones,
Davy DMX,
Grey Daturas,
The Techniques,
Shoche,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New York Dolls,
Ornette Coleman,
Man Parrish,
The United States of America,
Cal Tjader,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.