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 Niger and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
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 snare 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 Kool Moe Dee to the crunk 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Los Fastidios,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
AZ,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Visage,
Camberwell Now,
Pere Ubu,
The Divine Comedy,
Qualms,
Mars,
Arthur Verocai,
Alton Ellis,
Darondo,
Sandy B,
Sonic Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Modern Lovers,
Mad Mike,
MDC,
The Fire Engines,
The Music Machine,
Harmonia,
Delta 5,
Barry Ungar,
Mandrill,
the Germs,
Sugar Minott,
Freddie Wadling,
Livin' Joy,
Erykah Badu,
Dawn Penn,
Anthony Braxton,
New Order,
Popol Vuh,
kango's stein massive,
The Techniques,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grey Daturas,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter and Kerry,
the Normal,
Negative Approach,
Parry Music,
Gastr Del Sol,
Max Romeo,
Sound Behaviour,
Zero Boys,
Make Up,
Suburban Knight,
Second Layer,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roy Ayers,
DJ Sneak,
Chrome,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang of Four,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.