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 Pakistan and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Sixth Finger,
The American Breed,
Audionom,
FM Einheit,
Kaleidoscope,
Bill Near,
K-Klass,
The Young Rascals,
The Gun Club,
R.M.O.,
Groovy Waters,
The Knickerbockers,
The Moleskins,
Motorama,
X-102,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tears for Fears,
Frankie Knuckles,
Magma,
The Slits,
Maleditus Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Monolake,
The Fortunes,
Darondo,
The Pop Group,
Max Romeo,
Sugar Minott,
Joe Smooth,
Yellowson,
Guru Guru,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mark Hollis,
Andrew Hill,
The Gories,
The Gap Band,
The Dead C,
World's Most,
The Misunderstood,
Alphaville,
DNA,
Quando Quango,
Roxy Music,
Sam Rivers,
John Coltrane,
Unwound,
Nirvana,
Bang On A Can,
Drexciya,
Ultimate Spinach,
Malaria!,
Model 500,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Maurizio,
Visage,
Cluster,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.