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 Belarus and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Robert Palmer 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 Gang of Four to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Toni Rubio,
Jawbox,
Girls At Our Best!,
10cc,
Arthur Verocai,
The Trojans,
The Fortunes,
Delta 5,
Sight & Sound,
David McCallum,
The Angels of Light,
The Motions,
Hardrive,
EPMD,
La Düsseldorf,
The Wake,
The Sound,
LL Cool J,
Nirvana,
Funky Four + One,
Circle Jerks,
The Kinks,
DJ Style,
Tim Buckley,
Glenn Branca,
Subhumans,
The Searchers,
Piero Umiliani,
Yellowson,
MC5,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kayak,
Blancmange,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DJ Sneak,
K-Klass,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pulsallama,
Visage,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Blake Baxter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bang On A Can,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soul II Soul,
Dennis Brown,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joy Division,
48th St. Collective,
The Victims,
Second Layer,
Tres Demented,
Japan,
Hoover,
Intrusion,
Suburban Knight,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.