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 Azerbaijan and from Tehran.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Echospace to the jazz 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deadbeat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alton Ellis,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fat Boys,
Marine Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cramps,
Interpol,
Scott Walker,
The Trojans,
Barry Ungar,
Nik Kershaw,
Alice Coltrane,
Stetsasonic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tim Buckley,
Bang On A Can,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Excepter,
Lakeside,
Sun City Girls,
Quadrant,
Ice-T,
The Young Rascals,
Parry Music,
Crash Course in Science,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blake Baxter,
The Human League,
Reagan Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Searchers,
John Holt,
the Swans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-Ray Spex,
Gong,
Steve Hackett,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun Ra,
Joey Negro,
Arthur Verocai,
Eden Ahbez,
Kayak,
A Certain Ratio,
Con Funk Shun,
Frankie Knuckles,
DNA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wings,
Bill Wells,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fad Gadget,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quando Quango,
cv313,
Hashim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Bar-Kays,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.