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 Gambia and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jeru the Damaja to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Liliput,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Names,
Rufus Thomas,
Max Romeo,
Dave Gahan,
Neil Young,
a-ha,
the Soft Cell,
Swell Maps,
Gong,
D'Angelo,
H. Thieme,
Buzzcocks,
Sister Nancy,
Gichy Dan,
Visage,
Harmonia,
Franke,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joensuu 1685,
Aloha Tigers,
David McCallum,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Searchers,
Jacob Miller,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roxette,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Green,
Iggy Pop,
Monks,
Rapeman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kayak,
Bizarre Inc.,
CMW,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tom Boy,
The Golliwogs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ken Boothe,
Stetsasonic,
Camouflage,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Slackers,
Symarip,
Man Parrish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Janne Schatter,
The Durutti Column,
Nik Kershaw,
Matthew Halsall,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.