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 Egypt and from Columbus.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
T. Rex,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dead Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moss Icon,
Skriet,
Fad Gadget,
Electric Prunes,
Isaac Hayes,
The United States of America,
Silicon Teens,
Henry Cow,
Barbara Tucker,
H. Thieme,
Crooked Eye,
Average White Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Parry Music,
Donald Byrd,
Byron Stingily,
Surgeon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
B.T. Express,
Drexciya,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Faust,
Ohio Players,
Chrome,
The J.B.'s,
Guru Guru,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fire Engines,
Blancmange,
Thee Headcoats,
Marvin Gaye,
The Durutti Column,
Infiniti,
The Seeds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soft Cell,
The Selecter,
Schoolly D,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun City Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
Joey Negro,
Young Marble Giants,
Neil Young,
Desert Stars,
Shuggie Otis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fear,
10cc,
Erykah Badu,
Wasted Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Stooges,
Suicide,
The Velvet Underground,
Tim Buckley,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.