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 Tuvalu and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Throbbing Gristle to the techno 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Dual Sessions,
The Skatalites,
Alice Coltrane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Bananas,
B.T. Express,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skarface,
Pulsallama,
LL Cool J,
Zero Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Derrick May,
Magma,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Pop Group,
Josef K,
Camouflage,
Howard Jones,
T.S.O.L.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eve St. Jones,
Hasil Adkins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Anthony Braxton,
Motorama,
Whodini,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultravox,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Zeros,
The Human League,
New Age Steppers,
Marine Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fugs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roy Ayers,
Grey Daturas,
Roxette,
This Heat,
Lower 48,
Brick,
Tres Demented,
Slick Rick,
June Days,
Stereo Dub,
Davy DMX,
Marcia Griffiths,
Simply Red,
Rotary Connection,
Hardrive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rekid,
E-Dancer,
Matthew Bourne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jimmy McGriff,
Althea and Donna,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.