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 Belize and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the crunk 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Brass Construction,
Sexual Harrassment,
Oneida,
Chrome,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Y Pants,
Sällskapet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Spoonie Gee,
Pussy Galore,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Connie Case,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flipper,
Dual Sessions,
Henry Cow,
The Blues Magoos,
The Knickerbockers,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric Dolphy,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The American Breed,
The Moleskins,
The Slackers,
Robert Wyatt,
Jerry's Kids,
Parry Music,
DJ Style,
Arcadia,
Carl Craig,
Half Japanese,
Marshall Jefferson,
Surgeon,
Amon Düül,
Camberwell Now,
Kas Product,
Pet Shop Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Scan 7,
Eden Ahbez,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Byrd,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Tremeloes,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultra Naté,
Janne Schatter,
Organ,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dead C,
Spandau Ballet,
PIL,
Bobby Sherman,
K-Klass,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dave Gahan,
The Human League,
The Birthday Party,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.