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 Grenada and from London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gang Gang Dance to the electroclash 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Kurtis Blow,
Dave Gahan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Max Romeo,
Idris Muhammad,
cv313,
Loose Ends,
Sam Rivers,
Gabor Szabo,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scrapy,
Skarface,
Yazoo,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
June of 44,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nick Fraelich,
Popol Vuh,
Kayak,
MC5,
Glambeats Corp.,
Anakelly,
The Fugs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Adolescents,
The Human League,
Minutemen,
Mission of Burma,
Subhumans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Franke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cameo,
Ponytail,
The Pop Group,
Youth Brigade,
Siglo XX,
Joey Negro,
The Trojans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fatback Band,
Khruangbin,
Black Bananas,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brick,
Buzzcocks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stereo Dub,
T.S.O.L.,
Radiohead,
Lalo Schifrin,
DNA,
Rotary Connection,
Kevin Saunderson,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.