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 Micronesia and from Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Piero Umiliani to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Mr. Review,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blossom Toes,
Sight & Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Womack,
Bang On A Can,
Steve Hackett,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nick Fraelich,
Clear Light,
Bronski Beat,
Michelle Simonal,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Sherman,
Popol Vuh,
Mantronix,
Patti Smith,
Procol Harum,
Maleditus Sound,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Electric Prunes,
Royal Trux,
Dave Gahan,
Lucky Dragons,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Reuben Wilson,
Monks,
Albert Ayler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
kango's stein massive,
Nico,
Marine Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
David Axelrod,
the Association,
Lalann,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gap Band,
Davy DMX,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wasted Youth,
Slick Rick,
Kayak,
The Red Krayola,
Tom Boy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Bar-Kays,
Soft Machine,
Severed Heads,
Sun City Girls,
The Raincoats,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Flag,
The Neon Judgement,
Stetsasonic,
Boredoms,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.