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 Slovenia and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Letta Mbulu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Zapp,
Scott Walker,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Warsaw,
Pantaleimon,
Duran Duran,
The Associates,
Kaleidoscope,
Kerri Chandler,
Mr. Review,
Maleditus Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Deadbeat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flash Fearless,
Subhumans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Human League,
Lower 48,
Royal Trux,
Delta 5,
FM Einheit,
the Normal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eddi Front,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare,
MC5,
Al Stewart,
Drexciya,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fire Engines,
Surgeon,
Altered Images,
Hoover,
K-Klass,
The Stooges,
Moss Icon,
The Skatalites,
Janne Schatter,
Ultra Naté,
The Busters,
The Flesh Eaters,
L. Decosne,
Accadde A,
Erykah Badu,
Agitation Free,
The Slackers,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Green,
Magma,
Brand Nubian,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Interpol,
The Litter,
The Cure,
The Durutti Column,
Laurel Aitken,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Starr,
Stockholm Monsters,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.