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 Philippines and from Madrid.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pantaleimon,
Derrick May,
Clear Light,
Junior Murvin,
Deadbeat,
Zapp,
The Five Americans,
Audionom,
Khruangbin,
Depeche Mode,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Janne Schatter,
Icehouse,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
KRS-One,
Rosa Yemen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chris Corsano,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mojo Men,
Bang On A Can,
Index,
Danielle Patucci,
Jacques Brel,
Pagans,
Mr. Review,
Marvin Gaye,
The Index,
Fad Gadget,
The New Christs,
The Blues Magoos,
Lungfish,
Mark Hollis,
The Move,
The Leaves,
Moss Icon,
Duran Duran,
Mad Mike,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wire,
Talk Talk,
Buzzcocks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alison Limerick,
Rotary Connection,
Bootsy Collins,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Slackers,
Massinfluence,
the Human League,
The Fall,
The Misunderstood,
Excepter,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.