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 Estonia and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Susan Cadogan to the jazz 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Adolescents,
UT,
The Music Machine,
Roxy Music,
Average White Band,
U.S. Maple,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moss Icon,
Stetsasonic,
F. McDonald,
Rakim,
La Düsseldorf,
The Smiths,
Ornette Coleman,
Jacques Brel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lower 48,
Leonard Cohen,
World's Most,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultra Naté,
Kevin Saunderson,
Matthew Halsall,
Reagan Youth,
Drexciya,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
10cc,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quando Quango,
The Detroit Cobras,
Danielle Patucci,
Eurythmics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
June Days,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Symarip,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Sherman,
Pole,
The Count Five,
Khruangbin,
Technova,
the Sonics,
Fatback Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ituana,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-Ray Spex,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lyres,
Hot Snakes,
Goldenarms,
Television,
Gabor Szabo,
Pylon,
Glenn Branca,
Black Bananas,
Sound Behaviour,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marc Almond,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.