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 Iraq and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Wasted Youth to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Carl Craig,
In Retrospect,
Rapeman,
Cybotron,
The Litter,
Sound Behaviour,
This Heat,
The Beau Brummels,
Thee Headcoats,
Eurythmics,
Althea and Donna,
Youth Brigade,
Franke,
Drexciya,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Motions,
Susan Cadogan,
Don Cherry,
Ludus,
Alton Ellis,
Amon Düül,
48th St. Collective,
Blancmange,
UT,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ituana,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Swans,
KRS-One,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Byron Stingily,
John Coltrane,
Iggy Pop,
Mission of Burma,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Masters at Work,
Tres Demented,
Lalann,
The Young Rascals,
Whodini,
PIL,
Neu!,
X-102,
The Tremeloes,
Dennis Brown,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dorothy Ashby,
Donald Byrd,
Gabor Szabo,
Can,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Sheep,
Amon Düül II,
Rotary Connection,
Zero Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Womack,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.