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 Romania and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Wally Richardson to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
The Move,
Gang Starr,
The Barracudas,
Lyres,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Leonard Cohen,
Circle Jerks,
Black Bananas,
Matthew Halsall,
Reagan Youth,
Popol Vuh,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crooked Eye,
Audionom,
Soft Machine,
The Smoke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flamin' Groovies,
Franke,
Cameo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hot Snakes,
Eurythmics,
Masters at Work,
Marc Almond,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David Axelrod,
Bluetip,
Pharoah Sanders,
Agitation Free,
Harmonia,
Fugazi,
June of 44,
Mantronix,
David McCallum,
Fear,
Little Man,
Organ,
Scan 7,
Eric Dolphy,
Steve Hackett,
the Germs,
Patti Smith,
Vainqueur,
Jacques Brel,
Matthew Bourne,
The Human League,
Soft Cell,
Bush Tetras,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Negative Approach,
Lightning Bolt,
Inner City,
Royal Trux,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blake Baxter,
Prince Buster,
Motorama,
Whodini,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultra Naté,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.