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 Kyrgyzstan and from Seoul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Symarip to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
The Monks,
Juan Atkins,
The Wake,
Fluxion,
New Order,
Eric Dolphy,
Godley & Creme,
The Detroit Cobras,
Spoonie Gee,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lalann,
The Five Americans,
The Neon Judgement,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fire Engines,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chris Corsano,
Index,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Porter Ricks,
Maurizio,
The Selecter,
Rekid,
Colin Newman,
JFA,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter and Kerry,
Danielle Patucci,
Lightning Bolt,
cv313,
Idris Muhammad,
The Flesh Eaters,
Public Enemy,
Scan 7,
Slick Rick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Busters,
The Kinks,
Depeche Mode,
Tubeway Army,
The Young Rascals,
Anakelly,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jerry's Kids,
Animal Collective,
the Association,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Spandau Ballet,
Symarip,
Sixth Finger,
Ohio Players,
Jacques Brel,
Marc Almond,
H. Thieme,
The Real Kids,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.