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 Montenegro and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ohio Players to the grunge 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Piero Umiliani,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Associates,
Black Flag,
Cameo,
Fatback Band,
Susan Cadogan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gap Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Juan Atkins,
Black Moon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
James White and The Blacks,
D'Angelo,
Livin' Joy,
The Velvet Underground,
Electric Prunes,
The Star Department,
Eric Dolphy,
H. Thieme,
Oblivians,
The Index,
X-Ray Spex,
Kerri Chandler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Michelle Simonal,
The Kinks,
Porter Ricks,
The Fall,
Cal Tjader,
Ultravox,
Alison Limerick,
Barry Ungar,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Slits,
Moss Icon,
Sound Behaviour,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Tremeloes,
The Mummies,
Von Mondo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gories,
Pierre Henry,
Scrapy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Technova,
The Alarm Clocks,
Subhumans,
The Monochrome Set,
The Pretty Things,
the Slits,
Vainqueur,
The Move,
Shuggie Otis,
Hoover,
Bobby Sherman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.