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 Switzerland and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Parry Music to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Monks,
Lou Reed,
R.M.O.,
10cc,
Rites of Spring,
Rapeman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Essential Logic,
Brothers Johnson,
The Techniques,
Tom Boy,
T.S.O.L.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cameo,
Delta 5,
Sister Nancy,
The American Breed,
Rakim,
Joey Negro,
Kevin Saunderson,
In Retrospect,
The Beau Brummels,
Nas,
Radio Birdman,
Sugar Minott,
Basic Channel,
Arab on Radar,
Maurizio,
Von Mondo,
Blossom Toes,
Second Layer,
Deadbeat,
The Smiths,
Amon Düül,
Franke,
B.T. Express,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aural Exciters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bush Tetras,
Con Funk Shun,
Matthew Bourne,
The Searchers,
Crash Course in Science,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nik Kershaw,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cecil Taylor,
Visage,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Popol Vuh,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jerry's Kids,
Gerry Rafferty,
Johnny Osbourne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.