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 Qatar and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Bobby Womack to the rap 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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Skaos,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fad Gadget,
Shuggie Otis,
Tears for Fears,
Charles Mingus,
Bob Dylan,
Spandau Ballet,
Funkadelic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Lydon,
Goldenarms,
The Red Krayola,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Slits,
Rhythm & Sound,
Symarip,
Jandek,
Von Mondo,
Yaz,
Talk Talk,
Todd Rundgren,
Bill Wells,
Soul II Soul,
Quadrant,
Siglo XX,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Görl,
Piero Umiliani,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sandy B,
Second Layer,
The Searchers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Angels of Light,
MC5,
Surgeon,
Marine Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Standells,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang of Four,
Accadde A,
Aural Exciters,
The Trojans,
Hasil Adkins,
The Offenders,
Section 25,
Harpers Bizarre,
Reuben Wilson,
James White and The Blacks,
Laurel Aitken,
These Immortal Souls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yazoo,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.