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 Nepal and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the rap 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Anakelly,
Ken Boothe,
Q and Not U,
Easy Going,
Robert Wyatt,
Vladislav Delay,
Audionom,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neil Young,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Make Up,
Morten Harket,
Susan Cadogan,
Pussy Galore,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Circle Jerks,
Amazonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Faraquet,
John Coltrane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
June of 44,
Funkadelic,
T.S.O.L.,
Soft Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
AZ,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultravox,
Pagans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gladiators,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hoover,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Franke,
Barbara Tucker,
Marvin Gaye,
Bad Manners,
Gabor Szabo,
Saccharine Trust,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brass Construction,
Skaos,
Wire,
Scan 7,
Thompson Twins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
One Last Wish,
Pantytec,
The Barracudas,
Pantaleimon,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Green,
The Wake,
Tomorrow,
The Victims,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.