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 Montenegro and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 Skriet to the rap 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Janne Schatter,
Amon Düül II,
The Blackbyrds,
Gabor Szabo,
John Cale,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fela Kuti,
X-101,
The Saints,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Massinfluence,
Carl Craig,
Peter and Kerry,
Joe Finger,
Juan Atkins,
Make Up,
Urselle,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New Order,
Mandrill,
Symarip,
Brothers Johnson,
Lyres,
Bluetip,
Hashim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Birthday Party,
The Fuzztones,
the Soft Cell,
Eli Mardock,
Goldenarms,
Sister Nancy,
Lightning Bolt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Liliput,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harmonia,
Black Sheep,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joensuu 1685,
Blancmange,
Banda Bassotti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ken Boothe,
Sugar Minott,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bootsy Collins,
Khruangbin,
Subhumans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soul II Soul,
Eurythmics,
Bang On A Can,
Howard Jones,
Desert Stars,
Morten Harket,
The Dead C,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.