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 Djibouti and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Donald Fagen 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 Count Five to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Jacques Brel,
Joyce Sims,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeff Lynne,
Angry Samoans,
Tomorrow,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moebius,
Niagra,
Ten City,
Steve Hackett,
Faust,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Byrd,
Magma,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Goldenarms,
the Human League,
The Walker Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
Nils Olav,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gichy Dan,
Althea and Donna,
Bill Near,
Stiv Bators,
The Monochrome Set,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Sheep,
Lakeside,
Popol Vuh,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sound,
Main Source,
Roy Ayers,
Lyres,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Birthday Party,
Kas Product,
The Barracudas,
L. Decosne,
DJ Style,
The Neon Judgement,
Maleditus Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Monolake,
OOIOO,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Index,
A Flock of Seagulls,
EPMD,
Ken Boothe,
The Slits,
Amazonics,
Inner City,
Marcia Griffiths,
Warsaw,
Sixth Finger,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.