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 Maldives and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 The Blackbyrds 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
The Fuzztones,
Sonic Youth,
The Buckinghams,
Suburban Knight,
The Stooges,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Iggy Pop,
The Doors,
Mad Mike,
The Last Poets,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arthur Verocai,
Todd Terry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scrapy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Bar-Kays,
Howard Jones,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cowsills,
Susan Cadogan,
Joy Division,
Sugar Minott,
Archie Shepp,
Althea and Donna,
Bad Manners,
Marvin Gaye,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dead C,
Camberwell Now,
The Birthday Party,
Pierre Henry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Shuggie Otis,
Echospace,
Reagan Youth,
Boredoms,
Malaria!,
Section 25,
Terry Callier,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Names,
CMW,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Connie Case,
Newcleus,
the Soft Cell,
Smog,
Cameo,
The Monochrome Set,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pussy Galore,
Inner City,
Scientists,
Motorama,
The Fugs,
Crime,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.