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 Kazakhstan and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Heaven 17 to the rap 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Basic Channel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brass Construction,
Sight & Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jerry's Kids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nick Fraelich,
Janne Schatter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sound,
Dark Day,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Siglo XX,
Minny Pops,
The Busters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tommy Roe,
Warren Ellis,
Depeche Mode,
Young Marble Giants,
The Toasters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nico,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Swans,
Ludus,
June of 44,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Whodini,
Kerri Chandler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Smiths,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Traffic Nightmare,
Duran Duran,
kango's stein massive,
Rekid,
Minnie Riperton,
Letta Mbulu,
Blancmange,
China Crisis,
The Motions,
The Knickerbockers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sugar Minott,
Roxy Music,
Magazine,
the Bar-Kays,
Monolake,
The Human League,
Leonard Cohen,
Cheater Slicks,
Zapp,
Pharoah Sanders,
Little Man,
the Human League,
The Blackbyrds,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.