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 Cambodia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Smog to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Can,
K-Klass,
Derrick Morgan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Maurizio,
Trumans Water,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Yellowson,
In Retrospect,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cowsills,
Organ,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dark Day,
Lungfish,
Fugazi,
Don Cherry,
Jeff Mills,
Todd Terry,
the Germs,
Anthony Braxton,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mo-Dettes,
Liliput,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Henry Cow,
World's Most,
Adolescents,
the Association,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ohio Players,
Kurtis Blow,
The Evens,
Vladislav Delay,
Pussy Galore,
Tres Demented,
Con Funk Shun,
The Vogues,
The Real Kids,
The Doors,
The Skatalites,
Y Pants,
David Axelrod,
Visage,
Aswad,
Amon Düül II,
Duran Duran,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Anakelly,
LL Cool J,
Pantaleimon,
Kas Product,
Darondo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Wyatt,
B.T. Express,
H. Thieme,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.