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 Iran and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Theoretical Girls to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Drexciya,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Görl,
Erykah Badu,
Simply Red,
D'Angelo,
the Slits,
The Selecter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DJ Sneak,
Bluetip,
the Bar-Kays,
UT,
Niagra,
Bill Wells,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
CMW,
Deadbeat,
The Gun Club,
Juan Atkins,
Todd Terry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Howard Jones,
Al Stewart,
In Retrospect,
Crispian St. Peters,
Organ,
Hasil Adkins,
Inner City,
The Stooges,
Rakim,
Gang of Four,
Cameo,
Icehouse,
Dark Day,
Interpol,
Q and Not U,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kaleidoscope,
Pole,
The Move,
The Moleskins,
Derrick May,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Electric Prunes,
The Trojans,
Mandrill,
H. Thieme,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bob Dylan,
Graham Central Station,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ronan,
The Count Five,
Thee Headcoats,
Brothers Johnson,
ABC,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ossler,
Davy DMX,
David Axelrod,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.