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 Mexico and from Cairo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tom Boy to the rap 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
The Dirtbombs,
the Association,
Camouflage,
Inner City,
LL Cool J,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
D'Angelo,
Scrapy,
Godley & Creme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blancmange,
Procol Harum,
a-ha,
Deepchord,
Oneida,
Siglo XX,
A Certain Ratio,
Brand Nubian,
Crash Course in Science,
World's Most,
La Düsseldorf,
The Kinks,
Soft Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Victims,
Man Parrish,
the Bar-Kays,
Delon & Dalcan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aural Exciters,
Bluetip,
Massinfluence,
Bad Manners,
Technova,
The Beau Brummels,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grey Daturas,
The Moleskins,
Clear Light,
Faust,
Fat Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Rakim,
Stereo Dub,
Camberwell Now,
Desert Stars,
Fad Gadget,
Pylon,
Carl Craig,
June Days,
John Coltrane,
Lungfish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.