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 Bhutan and from New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 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 Black Pus to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Selecter,
Camouflage,
Todd Terry,
Youth Brigade,
Soul II Soul,
Sonic Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Average White Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marvin Gaye,
Wings,
Iggy Pop,
Section 25,
Blake Baxter,
Stiv Bators,
Crispian St. Peters,
David McCallum,
DJ Sneak,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eurythmics,
The Tremeloes,
Lower 48,
Moebius,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Visage,
Barry Ungar,
Morten Harket,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Graham Central Station,
The Happenings,
ABBA,
Oneida,
Swell Maps,
Marshall Jefferson,
Junior Murvin,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cure,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Livin' Joy,
Gong,
Bobby Byrd,
Khruangbin,
Q and Not U,
H. Thieme,
Toni Rubio,
Neil Young,
Kas Product,
The Angels of Light,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Spandau Ballet,
The Smiths,
Delon & Dalcan,
Guru Guru,
The Moleskins,
Robert Hood,
Roxette,
Magma,
Intrusion,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.