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 Comoros and from Columbus.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the techno 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lyres,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Toni Rubio,
Rufus Thomas,
Kurtis Blow,
David Bowie,
Johnny Clarke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Silicon Teens,
Ponytail,
Mission of Burma,
The Gories,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hot Snakes,
The Misunderstood,
KRS-One,
cv313,
Clear Light,
Masters at Work,
Mandrill,
Deadbeat,
Robert Hood,
Nas,
June of 44,
New York Dolls,
Peter and Kerry,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sonics,
Ultravox,
Judy Mowatt,
Bluetip,
Radiohead,
Index,
Japan,
Schoolly D,
Bad Manners,
Young Marble Giants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Average White Band,
Funky Four + One,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Martian,
Byron Stingily,
The Toasters,
The Pretty Things,
The Standells,
New Age Steppers,
E-Dancer,
Arab on Radar,
The Associates,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roy Ayers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Modern Lovers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.