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 Lithuania and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Amazonics to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pantaleimon,
Hashim,
Rapeman,
Deepchord,
Television Personalities,
Urselle,
Terry Callier,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sonics,
Suburban Knight,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eddi Front,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tomorrow,
The Gap Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alphaville,
The Fall,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scott Walker,
The Offenders,
The Music Machine,
Duran Duran,
Skriet,
Howard Jones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Schoolly D,
Neu!,
The New Christs,
Lucky Dragons,
Roger Hodgson,
Eve St. Jones,
Bill Near,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arab on Radar,
Deadbeat,
Fluxion,
Newcleus,
Robert Wyatt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Raincoats,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Adolescents,
Nation of Ulysses,
Severed Heads,
Barrington Levy,
The Litter,
The Zeros,
Barry Ungar,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yellowson,
Infiniti,
Rod Modell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Cale,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Wake,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.