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 Panama 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
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 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 The Monochrome Set to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ken Boothe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fat Boys,
Kas Product,
Desert Stars,
Make Up,
Oblivians,
The Tremeloes,
Spandau Ballet,
Anthony Braxton,
Albert Ayler,
Shoche,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barbara Tucker,
Franke,
Sun Ra,
Letta Mbulu,
Brand Nubian,
Faraquet,
The Birthday Party,
Mo-Dettes,
Little Man,
Cluster,
Blancmange,
Roy Ayers,
New Age Steppers,
Swans,
Nick Fraelich,
Inner City,
Tomorrow,
David Axelrod,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Associates,
Ossler,
Bill Wells,
Saccharine Trust,
The Martian,
Robert Hood,
Circle Jerks,
Alton Ellis,
Groovy Waters,
Model 500,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Saints,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ludus,
Talk Talk,
The Vogues,
Technova,
Rod Modell,
The Gap Band,
Harry Pussy,
Bauhaus,
Mandrill,
David McCallum,
Eli Mardock,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.