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 Burundi 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 Mark Hollis to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Lindisfarne,
Hardrive,
Reagan Youth,
Youth Brigade,
Section 25,
The Skatalites,
JFA,
Alison Limerick,
Anakelly,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Görl,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Byrd,
Radio Birdman,
Peter & Gordon,
The Count Five,
Skaos,
Nik Kershaw,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grey Daturas,
Gong,
Steve Hackett,
Accadde A,
Sister Nancy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mo-Dettes,
Y Pants,
Scientists,
Second Layer,
Babytalk,
The Doobie Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Martian,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Liliput,
Crime,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blancmange,
Minny Pops,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Moon,
The Buckinghams,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Little Man,
Dorothy Ashby,
Subhumans,
Deepchord,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Zeros,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Judy Mowatt,
Hashim,
Television,
Joey Negro,
Alice Coltrane,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.