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 Uganda and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Duran Duran to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
The Trojans,
Jeru the Damaja,
R.M.O.,
Peter and Kerry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moby Grape,
Alice Coltrane,
Severed Heads,
Youth Brigade,
Qualms,
Albert Ayler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roger Hodgson,
The Searchers,
Leonard Cohen,
The Walker Brothers,
John Cale,
Pagans,
Joyce Sims,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Christie,
Junior Murvin,
Silicon Teens,
Monks,
The Modern Lovers,
Lindisfarne,
Bush Tetras,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Misunderstood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New Age Steppers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blake Baxter,
Slick Rick,
Outsiders,
Porter Ricks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mantronix,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harmonia,
Franke,
Ornette Coleman,
Accadde A,
Sugar Minott,
Echospace,
Sex Pistols,
Jimmy McGriff,
Patti Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Sheep,
Deadbeat,
Blossom Toes,
Siglo XX,
Royal Trux,
Al Stewart,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Donny Hathaway,
Lakeside,
The Moody Blues,
Unwound,
Fatback Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.