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 Ukraine and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Lou Reed 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 Deadbeat to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jacob Miller,
Organ,
Stetsasonic,
Blake Baxter,
Quando Quango,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Starr,
Bauhaus,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gun Club,
Boredoms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Inner City,
Max Romeo,
Bronski Beat,
Half Japanese,
The Busters,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ralphi Rosario,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scientists,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Normal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mo-Dettes,
Kayak,
Parry Music,
Pantytec,
Subhumans,
Oblivians,
The Litter,
Essential Logic,
Dead Boys,
Glenn Branca,
The Victims,
Black Bananas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mr. Review,
The Sonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
LL Cool J,
Banda Bassotti,
Frankie Knuckles,
Faraquet,
Pole,
One Last Wish,
Massinfluence,
Roy Ayers,
Television,
Brothers Johnson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Christie,
Eli Mardock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lower 48,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Whodini,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.