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 Slovakia and from Toronto.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Easy Going to the dance 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Hot Snakes,
Gabor Szabo,
Television,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Icehouse,
Bill Wells,
MDC,
Nils Olav,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Q65,
Pere Ubu,
Circle Jerks,
48th St. Collective,
Fatback Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Siglo XX,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Smiths,
Todd Terry,
Dawn Penn,
Marine Girls,
Crime,
The Star Department,
The Motions,
Don Cherry,
Rakim,
Godley & Creme,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Dirtbombs,
Mark Hollis,
Blake Baxter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hasil Adkins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Laurel Aitken,
Camouflage,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Soft Cell,
Simply Red,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Beau Brummels,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jawbox,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rotary Connection,
Angry Samoans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Prince Buster,
Ice-T,
Motorama,
LL Cool J,
Bootsy Collins,
The Doors,
Al Stewart,
The Skatalites,
Swans,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.