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 Burkina and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the rap 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Trojans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Freddie Wadling,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jandek,
Todd Terry,
A Certain Ratio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
June of 44,
Porter Ricks,
Kenny Larkin,
Hardrive,
The Monks,
Trumans Water,
Con Funk Shun,
Sister Nancy,
Livin' Joy,
Junior Murvin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skarface,
Big Daddy Kane,
Excepter,
Soul II Soul,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Vogues,
Minny Pops,
Little Man,
Arthur Verocai,
OOIOO,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
This Heat,
The Happenings,
Parry Music,
Silicon Teens,
Maurizio,
Moby Grape,
Monolake,
The Move,
Rapeman,
Inner City,
Spandau Ballet,
Wire,
The Buckinghams,
Ohio Players,
Cal Tjader,
The Index,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nirvana,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hashim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Zeros,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fortunes,
ABC,
Eurythmics,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.