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 Liberia 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Niagra to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Slits,
Bad Manners,
Duran Duran,
Donny Hathaway,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minny Pops,
The Cure,
Easy Going,
Bauhaus,
Alice Coltrane,
Wings,
The Index,
Warren Ellis,
Silicon Teens,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lyres,
X-101,
Josef K,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fad Gadget,
Agitation Free,
Adolescents,
Unrelated Segments,
The Remains,
Scan 7,
Flipper,
Joe Finger,
Roy Ayers,
This Heat,
Joensuu 1685,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rufus Thomas,
Monks,
DJ Style,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quantec,
Roger Hodgson,
Toni Rubio,
Eve St. Jones,
Vainqueur,
Buzzcocks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter & Gordon,
Sugar Minott,
A Certain Ratio,
Yellowson,
Anthony Braxton,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeru the Damaja,
Smog,
Skarface,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rites of Spring,
Liliput,
Andrew Hill,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Depeche Mode,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gabor Szabo,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.