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 Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Harmonia to the rap 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
The Doors,
Sugar Minott,
Thompson Twins,
OOIOO,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pagans,
Fad Gadget,
Basic Channel,
Banda Bassotti,
Aural Exciters,
Schoolly D,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ossler,
The Associates,
Average White Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
KRS-One,
Lightning Bolt,
The Monochrome Set,
Stereo Dub,
Bronski Beat,
Yaz,
Alton Ellis,
the Slits,
Stetsasonic,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Raincoats,
The Beau Brummels,
Stiv Bators,
Minutemen,
Con Funk Shun,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Smiths,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
H. Thieme,
Electric Prunes,
Joe Finger,
Blancmange,
Nico,
Groovy Waters,
Mad Mike,
Avey Tare,
Graham Central Station,
MC5,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neu!,
Agitation Free,
L. Decosne,
Trumans Water,
Sarah Menescal,
Crash Course in Science,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Monks,
Tears for Fears,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
a-ha,
Buzzcocks,
Althea and Donna,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Evens,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.