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 Tonga and from Calgary.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 T.S.O.L. to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Can,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Don Cherry,
Harmonia,
Arthur Verocai,
Minutemen,
Hardrive,
Visage,
the Human League,
The Techniques,
Judy Mowatt,
The Index,
Joey Negro,
Ultimate Spinach,
K-Klass,
Dead Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
H. Thieme,
Mo-Dettes,
Bootsy Collins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Altered Images,
Chris & Cosey,
Kerri Chandler,
Young Marble Giants,
Tommy Roe,
Q and Not U,
Agitation Free,
Cybotron,
Kayak,
Whodini,
The Blues Magoos,
Crooked Eye,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yellowson,
OOIOO,
The Evens,
Bobby Byrd,
Marc Almond,
Donald Byrd,
Peter & Gordon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bill Wells,
Animal Collective,
the Germs,
Pere Ubu,
The Knickerbockers,
Crime,
Lou Christie,
Funky Four + One,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vladislav Delay,
Lebanon Hanover,
Au Pairs,
Boredoms,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.