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 Mali and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 AZ to the techno 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Tubeway Army,
DJ Sneak,
Agitation Free,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sarah Menescal,
Lower 48,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gabor Szabo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soft Machine,
The Five Americans,
Second Layer,
Sex Pistols,
Supertramp,
The Motions,
A Certain Ratio,
Essential Logic,
Lightning Bolt,
Von Mondo,
Terry Callier,
The Saints,
Reagan Youth,
Jacob Miller,
Harpers Bizarre,
Visage,
Ronnie Foster,
Bluetip,
Blossom Toes,
Pagans,
Make Up,
Freddie Wadling,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vladislav Delay,
Pantytec,
Buzzcocks,
Bauhaus,
Liliput,
Oblivians,
the Bar-Kays,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scott Walker,
The Sonics,
Icehouse,
Ohio Players,
The Associates,
Roxette,
June of 44,
Crash Course in Science,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
EPMD,
Kurtis Blow,
Minnie Riperton,
Letta Mbulu,
Toni Rubio,
Subhumans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gap Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Slave,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.