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 Moldova 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Max Romeo to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Excepter,
Gang Starr,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Monks,
The Blues Magoos,
Grauzone,
The Electric Prunes,
Newcleus,
EPMD,
Dave Gahan,
Bronski Beat,
The Beau Brummels,
Archie Shepp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brand Nubian,
Pagans,
Banda Bassotti,
Nas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moebius,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minutemen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Pretty Things,
Todd Terry,
Rosa Yemen,
Andrew Hill,
Moby Grape,
Loose Ends,
Maurizio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scott Walker,
John Cale,
Arcadia,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare,
Ronnie Foster,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultra Naté,
The Litter,
Slick Rick,
Pharoah Sanders,
Interpol,
Pole,
Sandy B,
Alison Limerick,
H. Thieme,
Ohio Players,
The Standells,
Half Japanese,
The Selecter,
The Misunderstood,
Black Flag,
Deadbeat,
Motorama,
Quadrant,
Angry Samoans,
Tubeway Army,
Make Up,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Skatalites,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joensuu 1685,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.