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 Nepal and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 Quando Quango to the techno 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Malaria!,
Ponytail,
Isaac Hayes,
Funkadelic,
Cymande,
Royal Trux,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bauhaus,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun City Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fire Engines,
Todd Rundgren,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Panda Bear,
Theoretical Girls,
Alton Ellis,
Hashim,
Carl Craig,
Icehouse,
June of 44,
The Seeds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Moon,
cv313,
The Buckinghams,
Pantytec,
Mad Mike,
John Coltrane,
These Immortal Souls,
Reuben Wilson,
Von Mondo,
The Associates,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grey Daturas,
Ronan,
In Retrospect,
PIL,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mars,
Eden Ahbez,
Bill Near,
Judy Mowatt,
Accadde A,
The Busters,
Soul II Soul,
OOIOO,
Bobby Sherman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Half Japanese,
Quantec,
Joe Finger,
Dennis Brown,
Joensuu 1685,
Spandau Ballet,
Rapeman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
JFA,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.