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 Zimbabwe 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 Oneida to the grime 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Blancmange,
Laurel Aitken,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
PIL,
The Blues Magoos,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Das Ding,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Guru Guru,
Camberwell Now,
Shuggie Otis,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Pus,
cv313,
Howard Jones,
Kevin Saunderson,
Charles Mingus,
The Blackbyrds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kayak,
Iggy Pop,
Nas,
Parry Music,
The Tremeloes,
Moebius,
Radiohead,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soul II Soul,
Ronnie Foster,
Basic Channel,
Model 500,
Babytalk,
Erykah Badu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
H. Thieme,
Magazine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rufus Thomas,
Second Layer,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Erasure,
Smog,
Eric Copeland,
Theoretical Girls,
Masters at Work,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Funkadelic,
Underground Resistance,
Accadde A,
The Black Dice,
Archie Shepp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Half Japanese,
ABBA,
Ludus,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.