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 Dominican Republic and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Juan Atkins to the rock 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Whodini,
Patti Smith,
Al Stewart,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Morten Harket,
L. Decosne,
Faust,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cybotron,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed,
Lou Christie,
Jacob Miller,
Sandy B,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kas Product,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stiv Bators,
The Happenings,
Porter Ricks,
Rosa Yemen,
Althea and Donna,
Mandrill,
Talk Talk,
Banda Bassotti,
Erykah Badu,
Pulsallama,
Popol Vuh,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gong,
Faraquet,
OOIOO,
EPMD,
Reagan Youth,
Inner City,
Zero Boys,
Von Mondo,
The United States of America,
Index,
Nas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Sonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Absolute Body Control,
Lightning Bolt,
Spoonie Gee,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Misunderstood,
Vladislav Delay,
Iggy Pop,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Skatalites,
Cameo,
Mark Hollis,
Mars,
The Stooges,
The Seeds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bob Dylan,
Cluster,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.