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 Philippines and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Stetsasonic to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Gregory Isaacs 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?
Jimmy McGriff,
Cheater Slicks,
In Retrospect,
Jacob Miller,
Roxy Music,
Dead Boys,
The Cure,
The Birthday Party,
Barrington Levy,
Index,
Skaos,
Livin' Joy,
The Dead C,
The Moleskins,
Siglo XX,
Zero Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
a-ha,
The Monks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pylon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Be Bop Deluxe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Music Machine,
Amon Düül,
A Certain Ratio,
Grey Daturas,
Johnny Osbourne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
These Immortal Souls,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed,
Idris Muhammad,
David McCallum,
Kas Product,
Sam Rivers,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cramps,
L. Decosne,
Massinfluence,
Quadrant,
Stiv Bators,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeru the Damaja,
T.S.O.L.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Wake,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yusef Lateef,
Alphaville,
John Holt,
Matthew Halsall,
Scientists,
FM Einheit,
Rod Modell,
Youth Brigade,
Sandy B,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.