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 Indonesia 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Second Layer to the grunge 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kurtis Blow,
Skaos,
New Age Steppers,
Piero Umiliani,
Khruangbin,
Cymande,
New Order,
Delta 5,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Green,
Rotary Connection,
Spandau Ballet,
The Music Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
E-Dancer,
Rhythm & Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Babytalk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Anakelly,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eve St. Jones,
Aaron Thompson,
Terry Callier,
The Misunderstood,
Kaleidoscope,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Average White Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Slackers,
The Associates,
The Barracudas,
Black Bananas,
Soul II Soul,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cramps,
Roger Hodgson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soulsonic Force,
kango's stein massive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soft Cell,
Pantytec,
Boredoms,
Minor Threat,
Yaz,
The Walker Brothers,
Main Source,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Association,
Black Moon,
The Busters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Urselle,
Bill Wells,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sight & Sound,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.