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 Hungary and from New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 Rotary Connection to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare,
Don Cherry,
Little Man,
CMW,
Graham Central Station,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aswad,
Ludus,
Con Funk Shun,
Accadde A,
Smog,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chris Corsano,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Buzzcocks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeff Lynne,
Carl Craig,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Slackers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Vainqueur,
Animal Collective,
Dual Sessions,
kango's stein massive,
The Evens,
Gichy Dan,
Reuben Wilson,
Absolute Body Control,
Pulsallama,
Joensuu 1685,
Anthony Braxton,
Cheater Slicks,
The Trojans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Womack,
Joey Negro,
LL Cool J,
Andrew Hill,
Marine Girls,
Cybotron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Public Enemy,
D'Angelo,
B.T. Express,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Moody Blues,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric Dolphy,
Danielle Patucci,
Loose Ends,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter and Kerry,
Idris Muhammad,
Panda Bear,
Eddi Front,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.