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 Afghanistan and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare 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 X-101 to the disco 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Buzzcocks,
Accadde A,
Motorama,
Gichy Dan,
Donald Byrd,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Can,
Juan Atkins,
Sun City Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Barclay James Harvest,
Siglo XX,
Ossler,
Frankie Knuckles,
Glenn Branca,
The Beau Brummels,
Whodini,
X-101,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skarface,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Duran Duran,
Intrusion,
Boz Scaggs,
Howard Jones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alison Limerick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deepchord,
The Raincoats,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Khruangbin,
Oneida,
Freddie Wadling,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Monks,
Kaleidoscope,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Offenders,
Eric Copeland,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grey Daturas,
Ronnie Foster,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dorothy Ashby,
Anthony Braxton,
Sex Pistols,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The J.B.'s,
Crime,
Cameo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.