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 Niger and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Janne Schatter to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scratch Acid,
Crispy Ambulance,
D'Angelo,
Kayak,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Anthony Braxton,
Boz Scaggs,
Flash Fearless,
Lee Hazlewood,
L. Decosne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bill Near,
David Axelrod,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skaos,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pantytec,
Brothers Johnson,
Ludus,
Lou Reed,
Banda Bassotti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vladislav Delay,
Terry Callier,
Mo-Dettes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Idris Muhammad,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Durutti Column,
Duran Duran,
Saccharine Trust,
Don Cherry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Raincoats,
The Fuzztones,
Iggy Pop,
Dave Gahan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neu!,
Nils Olav,
Buzzcocks,
Magma,
Jeff Mills,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang of Four,
Erykah Badu,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Heaven 17,
Mars,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.