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 Sudan and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Section 25 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
The Black Dice,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rosa Yemen,
The Monochrome Set,
Barrington Levy,
Minnie Riperton,
Fluxion,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Freddie Wadling,
Hot Snakes,
Rites of Spring,
Radiopuhelimet,
Infiniti,
Connie Case,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pussy Galore,
EPMD,
Rapeman,
Crime,
the Sonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
T. Rex,
Marmalade,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Alarm Clocks,
U.S. Maple,
Davy DMX,
Niagra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fall,
Cal Tjader,
Subhumans,
Chrome,
10cc,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brand Nubian,
Piero Umiliani,
Procol Harum,
Alison Limerick,
Metal Thangz,
Royal Trux,
Ludus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bluetip,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Association,
Hashim,
Joe Finger,
Tommy Roe,
Bang On A Can,
Thee Headcoats,
The Happenings,
Judy Mowatt,
Isaac Hayes,
Circle Jerks,
Faraquet,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.