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 Kosovo and from Lille.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 Delon & Dalcan to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Malaria!,
Nirvana,
John Holt,
Marc Almond,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The American Breed,
Tres Demented,
Kaleidoscope,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun Ra,
the Soft Cell,
Newcleus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marshall Jefferson,
Morten Harket,
Swell Maps,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Slits,
Schoolly D,
Saccharine Trust,
K-Klass,
Television,
The Leaves,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mark Hollis,
Donny Hathaway,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Slackers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lucky Dragons,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stockholm Monsters,
Loose Ends,
Zero Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Pet Shop Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Visage,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Q65,
This Heat,
cv313,
Drexciya,
Rotary Connection,
June of 44,
Organ,
Rod Modell,
Funky Four + One,
Sarah Menescal,
the Sonics,
Robert Hood,
Whodini,
Lower 48,
Lyres,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Essential Logic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.