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 Guyana and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Neon Judgement to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
The Pop Group,
New York Dolls,
James White and The Blacks,
The New Christs,
Scratch Acid,
The Vogues,
Moby Grape,
Sun City Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
The Modern Lovers,
Wally Richardson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Skatalites,
Crooked Eye,
Rosa Yemen,
Country Teasers,
Nick Fraelich,
Tom Boy,
John Cale,
Althea and Donna,
Al Stewart,
The Doors,
The Residents,
The Gap Band,
The J.B.'s,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fear,
Nas,
Leonard Cohen,
Malaria!,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dawn Penn,
Camberwell Now,
Ultra Naté,
Subhumans,
The Names,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skriet,
Con Funk Shun,
Amon Düül,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bluetip,
The Durutti Column,
The Smiths,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rekid,
the Fania All-Stars,
Underground Resistance,
Henry Cow,
the Germs,
Laurel Aitken,
Technova,
The Blues Magoos,
Depeche Mode,
Outsiders,
The Pretty Things,
the Human League,
Matthew Halsall,
kango's stein massive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.