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 Singapore and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Anthony Braxton to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Eden Ahbez,
Chris Corsano,
Moebius,
Pantaleimon,
The Barracudas,
Stockholm Monsters,
In Retrospect,
Gang Starr,
Siglo XX,
Lou Christie,
FM Einheit,
Newcleus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Country Teasers,
Zero Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeff Mills,
Warren Ellis,
Funky Four + One,
Eric Copeland,
Matthew Bourne,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Smiths,
Trumans Water,
Scratch Acid,
The Wake,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun Ra,
Hot Snakes,
Janne Schatter,
Stiv Bators,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Star Department,
Kenny Larkin,
Kas Product,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Görl,
Schoolly D,
Althea and Donna,
Lindisfarne,
DNA,
Gregory Isaacs,
Erykah Badu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Davy DMX,
Gang of Four,
Mr. Review,
The Index,
Toni Rubio,
The Litter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alice Coltrane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New Order,
The Cure,
Tubeway Army,
Fluxion,
The Fall,
Arthur Verocai,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.