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 Equatorial Guinea and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 David Bowie 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 Black Dice to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Bobby Sherman,
Wasted Youth,
Sex Pistols,
Josef K,
Cybotron,
Al Stewart,
Scan 7,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ken Boothe,
Skarface,
Ice-T,
Bauhaus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gun Club,
Dave Gahan,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Byrd,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeff Lynne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David McCallum,
Jawbox,
Joey Negro,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Electric Prunes,
Harry Pussy,
Brand Nubian,
Wire,
Quantec,
Deakin,
The Names,
Magma,
Silicon Teens,
Nils Olav,
Boredoms,
Robert Wyatt,
Gichy Dan,
Masters at Work,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scion,
Tommy Roe,
Judy Mowatt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Man Parrish,
Rhythm & Sound,
JFA,
Goldenarms,
Bob Dylan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cameo,
Pere Ubu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gap Band,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.