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 Mauritius and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 DJ Sneak to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Spoonie Gee,
John Holt,
Soft Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
The Blues Magoos,
the Slits,
Faraquet,
Minny Pops,
ABC,
Drexciya,
Josef K,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Seeds,
Crooked Eye,
Ice-T,
Model 500,
Popol Vuh,
The Saints,
Moby Grape,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joyce Sims,
The Kinks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wally Richardson,
Ultravox,
Y Pants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Echospace,
The Mojo Men,
Oblivians,
Ohio Players,
Excepter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Niagra,
The Trojans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Real Kids,
Flash Fearless,
Black Sheep,
Kurtis Blow,
Warsaw,
Tres Demented,
Gang of Four,
Urselle,
Aswad,
Iggy Pop,
The Moody Blues,
Lalann,
Al Stewart,
Reuben Wilson,
Mad Mike,
The Wake,
Trumans Water,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Loose Ends,
Sällskapet,
Deepchord,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Count Five,
The Fortunes,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.