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 Monaco and from Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Chris & Cosey to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Grey Daturas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deakin,
Pagans,
Matthew Bourne,
MDC,
David McCallum,
One Last Wish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jawbox,
Lou Christie,
Sister Nancy,
Matthew Halsall,
Pet Shop Boys,
Darondo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pantaleimon,
Cymande,
Boz Scaggs,
Wings,
Pharoah Sanders,
Masters at Work,
Mantronix,
X-Ray Spex,
Electric Prunes,
Anthony Braxton,
Scott Walker,
Arthur Verocai,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Monks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Surgeon,
JFA,
Youth Brigade,
Shuggie Otis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sällskapet,
Eli Mardock,
Young Marble Giants,
LL Cool J,
T.S.O.L.,
Cameo,
Robert Görl,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Durutti Column,
Ituana,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bill Near,
Girls At Our Best!,
Throbbing Gristle,
Liliput,
Crooked Eye,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skarface,
Susan Cadogan,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.