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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the funk 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Swell Maps,
Bronski Beat,
Matthew Bourne,
Arcadia,
Bang On A Can,
Flipper,
Wolf Eyes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Bananas,
Sugar Minott,
Soul II Soul,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Technova,
The Leaves,
Whodini,
The Buckinghams,
Althea and Donna,
The Raincoats,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Delta 5,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pole,
Nick Fraelich,
Lower 48,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mr. Review,
Stiv Bators,
Guru Guru,
KRS-One,
The Mummies,
Outsiders,
Barry Ungar,
Boogie Down Productions,
Basic Channel,
Fear,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ponytail,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Searchers,
Joensuu 1685,
the Normal,
The Real Kids,
The Gap Band,
Carl Craig,
EPMD,
The Evens,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alison Limerick,
Max Romeo,
FM Einheit,
Skarface,
Scion,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Todd Terry,
New York Dolls,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.