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 Mexico and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 Ken Boothe to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Isaac Hayes,
Maleditus Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Human League,
Byron Stingily,
The Black Dice,
48th St. Collective,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brothers Johnson,
Underground Resistance,
Jeru the Damaja,
Make Up,
Boogie Down Productions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eve St. Jones,
Rapeman,
The Young Rascals,
Donald Byrd,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Derrick May,
Infiniti,
Half Japanese,
Main Source,
X-101,
Sarah Menescal,
Liliput,
Index,
Avey Tare,
Johnny Osbourne,
Heaven 17,
Simply Red,
Roy Ayers,
Duran Duran,
Talk Talk,
Gang Green,
Electric Prunes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Spandau Ballet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Sheep,
The Smiths,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tomorrow,
Glenn Branca,
Soul II Soul,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Siglo XX,
Fugazi,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric Dolphy,
Moss Icon,
Joe Finger,
Scion,
ABBA,
Brand Nubian,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mandrill,
David Axelrod,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.