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 Iceland 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Funky Four + One to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Country Teasers,
Arthur Verocai,
Fugazi,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Offenders,
Talk Talk,
Yellowson,
Tears for Fears,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cecil Taylor,
Marmalade,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quantec,
Pole,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Depeche Mode,
10cc,
The Blackbyrds,
Audionom,
Flash Fearless,
Sister Nancy,
Fela Kuti,
Boz Scaggs,
The Doors,
kango's stein massive,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Erykah Badu,
Skriet,
The Wake,
Bill Near,
Matthew Bourne,
R.M.O.,
Jandek,
Dennis Brown,
Hoover,
Altered Images,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Symarip,
Hasil Adkins,
The Residents,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Music Machine,
The Skatalites,
Ossler,
The Tremeloes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Green,
Eurythmics,
Pagans,
Sun City Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Main Source,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Khruangbin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Neon Judgement,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.