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 Poland and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the jazz 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 Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Vainqueur,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sixth Finger,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mo-Dettes,
Theoretical Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joe Smooth,
Los Fastidios,
R.M.O.,
Unrelated Segments,
Khruangbin,
John Foxx,
Flash Fearless,
Second Layer,
Steve Hackett,
New Order,
X-102,
Patti Smith,
Moss Icon,
The Techniques,
Au Pairs,
The Last Poets,
Massinfluence,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Television,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Technova,
The Names,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Donald Byrd,
Andrew Hill,
Talk Talk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stiv Bators,
The Monks,
Model 500,
Big Daddy Kane,
Clear Light,
Roxy Music,
Reagan Youth,
Connie Case,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lebanon Hanover,
Half Japanese,
Urselle,
Aswad,
Yaz,
The Slits,
The Invisible,
Icehouse,
Loose Ends,
Newcleus,
Hot Snakes,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.