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 Gabon and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Dawn Penn to the disco 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Janne Schatter,
The Grass Roots,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rites of Spring,
DJ Style,
48th St. Collective,
Los Fastidios,
The Monochrome Set,
Moss Icon,
Duran Duran,
Index,
The Cure,
These Immortal Souls,
Camberwell Now,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scan 7,
T.S.O.L.,
Drexciya,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marine Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Q65,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moebius,
The Cramps,
DJ Sneak,
Eve St. Jones,
D'Angelo,
Shuggie Otis,
Fat Boys,
Stereo Dub,
X-Ray Spex,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Litter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hot Snakes,
Joyce Sims,
The Doors,
Deepchord,
Arthur Verocai,
Outsiders,
Althea and Donna,
the Bar-Kays,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang of Four,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cymande,
Tres Demented,
Severed Heads,
AZ,
The Gories,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amon Düül,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Smiths,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeff Lynne,
Patti Smith,
KRS-One,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.