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 Mauritania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 UT 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
The United States of America,
Ronnie Foster,
Infiniti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Carl Craig,
Scratch Acid,
This Heat,
CMW,
Charles Mingus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Matthew Bourne,
Sparks,
Glenn Branca,
The Toasters,
Flipper,
Ituana,
Graham Central Station,
Minor Threat,
Steve Hackett,
Brick,
Mr. Review,
the Sonics,
the Germs,
Gang Green,
The Fire Engines,
the Slits,
The Star Department,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Misunderstood,
The Barracudas,
Jerry's Kids,
Donny Hathaway,
FM Einheit,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeff Mills,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Lydon,
Peter and Kerry,
Dave Gahan,
The Walker Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Excepter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quadrant,
Zero Boys,
Gong,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lalo Schifrin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
The Gories,
Bizarre Inc.,
Parry Music,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.