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 Malta and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Technova to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Minutemen,
Mantronix,
Model 500,
Negative Approach,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang of Four,
Arab on Radar,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Intrusion,
Ten City,
Tres Demented,
Rhythm & Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pylon,
Rapeman,
Fela Kuti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Accadde A,
Connie Case,
Robert Görl,
Wasted Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
Mo-Dettes,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Sherman,
The Kinks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Swans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Buckinghams,
The Real Kids,
Nico,
Girls At Our Best!,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Hood,
The Electric Prunes,
Sandy B,
Janne Schatter,
Tommy Roe,
Bronski Beat,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Khruangbin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Amon Düül,
Second Layer,
LL Cool J,
Warren Ellis,
Technova,
The Toasters,
The Sonics,
The Grass Roots,
Kerri Chandler,
D'Angelo,
Sugar Minott,
Maurizio,
The Five Americans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scratch Acid,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.