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 Rwanda and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Doobie Brothers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Essential Logic,
Jacques Brel,
Half Japanese,
Brass Construction,
Faust,
The Cowsills,
The Beau Brummels,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flash Fearless,
Joensuu 1685,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Heaven 17,
Malaria!,
Youth Brigade,
Peter & Gordon,
Don Cherry,
The Fuzztones,
Scrapy,
Pantaleimon,
Altered Images,
Gong,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Animal Collective,
Unwound,
Quando Quango,
Fear,
Subhumans,
The Fugs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare,
Marc Almond,
Michelle Simonal,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Organ,
Von Mondo,
Los Fastidios,
The Victims,
F. McDonald,
Nico,
Yazoo,
X-101,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camberwell Now,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Offenders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nik Kershaw,
John Coltrane,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cecil Taylor,
Jandek,
Dual Sessions,
The Stooges,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.