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 Montenegro and from Beijing.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Foxx to the jazz 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Shuggie Otis,
PIL,
John Cale,
ABC,
Con Funk Shun,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Christie,
The Cowsills,
Lalann,
Excepter,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Angry Samoans,
Franke,
Barry Ungar,
Unrelated Segments,
Motorama,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
cv313,
Iggy Pop,
Inner City,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gabor Szabo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Slave,
Newcleus,
Darondo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sexual Harrassment,
H. Thieme,
Whodini,
Visage,
Rotary Connection,
Section 25,
Andrew Hill,
The Beau Brummels,
Sight & Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DJ Sneak,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kerri Chandler,
Lower 48,
Hoover,
Ronnie Foster,
Ronan,
Yusef Lateef,
Amon Düül II,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Zero Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Black Sheep,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The United States of America,
Bad Manners,
Altered Images,
Radiopuhelimet,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.