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 Georgia and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare 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 The Birthday Party to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Dual Sessions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sonic Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
The Birthday Party,
Faraquet,
Sällskapet,
The Pretty Things,
Scientists,
Carl Craig,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Index,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yellowson,
Jacques Brel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crime,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Connie Case,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cheater Slicks,
Alphaville,
MC5,
Bob Dylan,
Tomorrow,
The Motions,
X-102,
Oblivians,
Eric Dolphy,
World's Most,
Morten Harket,
E-Dancer,
Mandrill,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Move,
Wasted Youth,
Gang of Four,
Reagan Youth,
Joyce Sims,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Donny Hathaway,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Starr,
Bill Wells,
Roger Hodgson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Surgeon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alton Ellis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barrington Levy,
Soft Cell,
Henry Cow,
Circle Jerks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Human League,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marmalade,
Boredoms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.