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 Afghanistan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Spandau Ballet 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Rod Modell,
Sugar Minott,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultimate Spinach,
Au Pairs,
Spoonie Gee,
Ken Boothe,
Ornette Coleman,
Magma,
Public Enemy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Litter,
Skaos,
Archie Shepp,
Scrapy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
JFA,
The Knickerbockers,
Althea and Donna,
Quantec,
Donny Hathaway,
Little Man,
Whodini,
The Motions,
Roxette,
The Searchers,
Blake Baxter,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Red Krayola,
Terry Callier,
Deadbeat,
Second Layer,
Big Daddy Kane,
PIL,
The Gun Club,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joy Division,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lakeside,
Massinfluence,
The Durutti Column,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric Dolphy,
La Düsseldorf,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
H. Thieme,
Reagan Youth,
Ice-T,
Clear Light,
Babytalk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nas,
The Fall,
Surgeon,
Dual Sessions,
Joey Negro,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.