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 Sierra Leone and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the dance 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Can,
Lou Christie,
China Crisis,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gap Band,
The Martian,
Bush Tetras,
Siglo XX,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ken Boothe,
Cluster,
Agent Orange,
Cal Tjader,
The Monks,
Iggy Pop,
Sister Nancy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
JFA,
The Standells,
Sound Behaviour,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The United States of America,
Silicon Teens,
the Normal,
The Beau Brummels,
The Zeros,
Grauzone,
Eli Mardock,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Stooges,
Mad Mike,
T. Rex,
Blancmange,
Mo-Dettes,
Scion,
Organ,
Hardrive,
Black Sheep,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Star Department,
Joey Negro,
Yaz,
Spandau Ballet,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Görl,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dirtbombs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Talk Talk,
Basic Channel,
48th St. Collective,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Negative Approach,
Thompson Twins,
Byron Stingily,
Rites of Spring,
Au Pairs,
The Gun Club,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.