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 Nicaragua and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 James White and The Blacks to the disco 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 Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Leaves,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Loose Ends,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jerry's Kids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bootsy Collins,
The Angels of Light,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Piero Umiliani,
Aloha Tigers,
Marvin Gaye,
Bill Near,
Spandau Ballet,
Eric B and Rakim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Suicide,
Amazonics,
Schoolly D,
Subhumans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fela Kuti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lungfish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wings,
One Last Wish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lucky Dragons,
Bush Tetras,
Minor Threat,
Eric Copeland,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Darondo,
Peter & Gordon,
Pulsallama,
The Standells,
Make Up,
Slave,
Von Mondo,
Grauzone,
Lalo Schifrin,
UT,
Morten Harket,
T. Rex,
Tears for Fears,
Joe Finger,
Joy Division,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Animal Collective,
Minny Pops,
Kerri Chandler,
Crispian St. Peters,
MC5,
Chris Corsano,
Khruangbin,
Depeche Mode,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.