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 Benin 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the techno 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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Alphaville,
Minnie Riperton,
The Pop Group,
The Monochrome Set,
Liliput,
Ronan,
Yusef Lateef,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Sherman,
Sight & Sound,
Shoche,
DJ Style,
A Certain Ratio,
Outsiders,
Reagan Youth,
E-Dancer,
Rapeman,
Can,
Saccharine Trust,
The Zeros,
Hardrive,
Lyres,
The Fuzztones,
Arthur Verocai,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Byrd,
Goldenarms,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pulsallama,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Iggy Pop,
Fad Gadget,
the Normal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Knickerbockers,
Agent Orange,
The Moody Blues,
Marine Girls,
Dead Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Skarface,
The Motions,
Franke,
The Red Krayola,
These Immortal Souls,
KRS-One,
Marcia Griffiths,
Slick Rick,
Ken Boothe,
Scrapy,
FM Einheit,
Gabor Szabo,
Jacob Miller,
Carl Craig,
Nik Kershaw,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.