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 Mongolia and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar 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 China Crisis to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Joe Smooth,
Drexciya,
Soulsonic Force,
the Soft Cell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moss Icon,
Subhumans,
Siglo XX,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lindisfarne,
L. Decosne,
Jandek,
Eddi Front,
Monks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Animal Collective,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Shuggie Otis,
The Real Kids,
Minutemen,
Wolf Eyes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tears for Fears,
Bauhaus,
DJ Sneak,
Severed Heads,
Roy Ayers,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Misunderstood,
Blancmange,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Essential Logic,
Bush Tetras,
KRS-One,
The Toasters,
Au Pairs,
The New Christs,
Arab on Radar,
Oneida,
X-Ray Spex,
Hasil Adkins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Birthday Party,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Buckinghams,
The Names,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crispy Ambulance,
DNA,
Organ,
Stereo Dub,
Sister Nancy,
The Golliwogs,
D'Angelo,
Nas,
Stiv Bators,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.