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 Ecuador and from Toronto.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 Tremeloes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Gong,
Bob Dylan,
Barclay James Harvest,
David Bowie,
The Detroit Cobras,
cv313,
Maurizio,
Q and Not U,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Byrd,
The Human League,
The Moody Blues,
Scion,
Barrington Levy,
The Gladiators,
Morten Harket,
Erykah Badu,
The Divine Comedy,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Music Machine,
World's Most,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aswad,
Symarip,
MDC,
Lucky Dragons,
Faraquet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Television Personalities,
Peter & Gordon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Metal Thangz,
Bang On A Can,
Glambeats Corp.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Spandau Ballet,
The Busters,
Colin Newman,
Kas Product,
Bobby Sherman,
the Normal,
Echospace,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed,
The American Breed,
Connie Case,
One Last Wish,
Livin' Joy,
Skarface,
Rosa Yemen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare,
Kool Moe Dee,
Byron Stingily,
Camouflage,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Whodini,
Outsiders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.