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 Norway and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Martian to the rock 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Curtis Mayfield,
Heaven 17,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Moleskins,
Simply Red,
Camouflage,
The Barracudas,
Moss Icon,
Faust,
Rakim,
Johnny Clarke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sam Rivers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
Lindisfarne,
Quantec,
Marmalade,
Lalo Schifrin,
Darondo,
K-Klass,
Faraquet,
Groovy Waters,
Brothers Johnson,
Neu!,
Shuggie Otis,
Arthur Verocai,
Hashim,
Scientists,
Khruangbin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sparks,
World's Most,
The Star Department,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Red Krayola,
Kevin Saunderson,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sight & Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gun Club,
Rekid,
Jacques Brel,
Soft Cell,
Echospace,
the Association,
DJ Sneak,
New Age Steppers,
Jandek,
Crispian St. Peters,
Circle Jerks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Metal Thangz,
Blake Baxter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tomorrow,
Pierre Henry,
Nico,
The Happenings,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.