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 Mauritius 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Doobie Brothers to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Nik Kershaw,
Banda Bassotti,
Erasure,
Alton Ellis,
Sandy B,
Colin Newman,
Moby Grape,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Basic Channel,
CMW,
Y Pants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Green,
Au Pairs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jacques Brel,
The Modern Lovers,
The Tremeloes,
Jeru the Damaja,
New Order,
Pulsallama,
Eli Mardock,
Inner City,
Eve St. Jones,
Sällskapet,
Khruangbin,
Skriet,
The Smiths,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eddi Front,
Thee Headcoats,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scion,
Sonic Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scientists,
Smog,
Robert Hood,
Ultra Naté,
Dark Day,
Joey Negro,
The Selecter,
EPMD,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cybotron,
Urselle,
Negative Approach,
Lindisfarne,
Newcleus,
In Retrospect,
Chris Corsano,
Mission of Burma,
L. Decosne,
AZ,
Chris & Cosey,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
48th St. Collective,
Stereo Dub,
Darondo,
Black Pus,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.