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 Venezuela and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Negative Approach to the punk 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fad Gadget,
Jacques Brel,
Eric Dolphy,
Aswad,
The Dave Clark Five,
Q65,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stetsasonic,
Colin Newman,
Fat Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Drive Like Jehu,
Severed Heads,
Matthew Halsall,
Dead Boys,
ABC,
The Evens,
Stereo Dub,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Five Americans,
Brass Construction,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Normal,
Hardrive,
Radiopuhelimet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Connie Case,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sparks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Matthew Bourne,
Derrick May,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barrington Levy,
Siglo XX,
Scan 7,
Kerri Chandler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Duran Duran,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Neon Judgement,
Banda Bassotti,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fortunes,
Rapeman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terry Callier,
Radio Birdman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Foxx,
Joe Smooth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chrome,
The Fugs,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.