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 Jamaica and from Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Tremeloes to the disco 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Television,
Supertramp,
Kas Product,
Gerry Rafferty,
Slave,
Donny Hathaway,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Christie,
Yazoo,
The Fuzztones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeff Lynne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Sherman,
Schoolly D,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blancmange,
Eve St. Jones,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Motions,
X-101,
Deakin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Lydon,
Tres Demented,
Letta Mbulu,
Sound Behaviour,
Ralphi Rosario,
Outsiders,
the Slits,
Rosa Yemen,
Brass Construction,
the Association,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fela Kuti,
John Cale,
Neil Young,
Sarah Menescal,
The Neon Judgement,
the Human League,
Black Sheep,
Suicide,
Robert Hood,
Joensuu 1685,
Ohio Players,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grauzone,
The Stooges,
Lightning Bolt,
Hot Snakes,
Joe Smooth,
Wally Richardson,
The Vogues,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.