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 Chile and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Camberwell Now to the electroclash 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Fluxion,
The Misunderstood,
These Immortal Souls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pantytec,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Stooges,
Slick Rick,
KRS-One,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Skatalites,
Index,
Theoretical Girls,
Mandrill,
the Soft Cell,
Magma,
The Angels of Light,
Bauhaus,
The Black Dice,
Tropical Tobacco,
Infiniti,
Amon Düül II,
Ossler,
The Pretty Things,
Altered Images,
Bronski Beat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radio Birdman,
Electric Prunes,
Dead Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Quantec,
Dual Sessions,
The Residents,
Bobby Womack,
the Bar-Kays,
Silicon Teens,
Al Stewart,
Terry Callier,
Heaven 17,
Oneida,
Sister Nancy,
The Gladiators,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arcadia,
Sparks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cluster,
Outsiders,
The Seeds,
Amon Düül,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
UT,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Zeros,
Minnie Riperton,
The Barracudas,
Duran Duran,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.