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 Tanzania and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 JFA to the disco 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Average White Band,
The Monks,
Juan Atkins,
Royal Trux,
Sarah Menescal,
Quadrant,
Dorothy Ashby,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Siglo XX,
Mark Hollis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thee Headcoats,
Fad Gadget,
Lungfish,
Public Enemy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tim Buckley,
Maleditus Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sandy B,
Warren Ellis,
Letta Mbulu,
Organ,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Blackbyrds,
Lindisfarne,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Selecter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Andrew Hill,
Faraquet,
Gang Starr,
The Searchers,
Joensuu 1685,
Scan 7,
DNA,
The Misunderstood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chris Corsano,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
PIL,
Darondo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blancmange,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dead C,
Isaac Hayes,
Carl Craig,
Eli Mardock,
Black Bananas,
Ohio Players,
Stiv Bators,
Swans,
The Dirtbombs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Idris Muhammad,
Franke,
The Five Americans,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.