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 Afghanistan and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lakeside to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
FM Einheit,
Graham Central Station,
Cluster,
Minnie Riperton,
Fort Wilson Riot,
EPMD,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Pretty Things,
Qualms,
Althea and Donna,
Public Image Ltd.,
Godley & Creme,
Bad Manners,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scott Walker,
Hashim,
The Last Poets,
Agitation Free,
The Cowsills,
Rekid,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Tremeloes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Moon,
cv313,
Fela Kuti,
Stiv Bators,
Joy Division,
Arab on Radar,
DNA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Divine Comedy,
The Raincoats,
The Searchers,
The Offenders,
E-Dancer,
Tubeway Army,
Young Marble Giants,
The Alarm Clocks,
Newcleus,
Black Pus,
The Golliwogs,
X-Ray Spex,
Moss Icon,
The Busters,
Loose Ends,
Public Enemy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harmonia,
Wolf Eyes,
James White and The Blacks,
Eve St. Jones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The American Breed,
Funky Four + One,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.