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 Niger and from Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 T. Rex to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kurtis Blow,
Dark Day,
Bootsy Collins,
MDC,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Basic Channel,
Robert Görl,
Swell Maps,
Country Teasers,
Fugazi,
Das Ding,
Isaac Hayes,
Tres Demented,
Neu!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soft Machine,
Bad Manners,
the Human League,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rites of Spring,
Sugar Minott,
Bang On A Can,
Average White Band,
Scan 7,
Eddi Front,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Hood,
Dave Gahan,
Reuben Wilson,
Panda Bear,
The Litter,
Lindisfarne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Technova,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Junior Murvin,
Sam Rivers,
Ice-T,
Wolf Eyes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brand Nubian,
ABBA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Silicon Teens,
Moss Icon,
Japan,
D'Angelo,
Loose Ends,
The Fuzztones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
La Düsseldorf,
Adolescents,
Severed Heads,
The Human League,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sex Pistols,
The Neon Judgement,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.