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 Tajikistan and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Grandmaster Flash to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oblivians,
James White and The Blacks,
Reagan Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Happenings,
Suburban Knight,
Ornette Coleman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Reuben Wilson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Kaleidoscope,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Christie,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soulsonic Force,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
In Retrospect,
Parry Music,
Kayak,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lalann,
Guru Guru,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wally Richardson,
Suicide,
Todd Terry,
The Blackbyrds,
Tim Buckley,
FM Einheit,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Buckinghams,
Gang of Four,
Matthew Bourne,
Steve Hackett,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Faust,
Gerry Rafferty,
JFA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fear,
Carl Craig,
Marmalade,
Altered Images,
Warren Ellis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Derrick Morgan,
Franke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Little Man,
The Fugs,
The Seeds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.