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 El Salvador and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Gories to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Janne Schatter,
The Gladiators,
Kerrie Biddell,
David Bowie,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Last Poets,
Procol Harum,
Alton Ellis,
Sister Nancy,
Rufus Thomas,
Neil Young,
Terrestrial Tones,
Smog,
Throbbing Gristle,
Guru Guru,
Fela Kuti,
Kool Moe Dee,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Groovy Waters,
Bluetip,
Underground Resistance,
Quando Quango,
Symarip,
DJ Style,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scan 7,
The Saints,
Yusef Lateef,
Liliput,
T. Rex,
Mo-Dettes,
The Selecter,
Desert Stars,
Subhumans,
The Dead C,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hashim,
Graham Central Station,
Joe Smooth,
Eurythmics,
Country Teasers,
Hot Snakes,
The Vogues,
Donny Hathaway,
World's Most,
Deakin,
Agent Orange,
Ohio Players,
Chris & Cosey,
Glenn Branca,
Frankie Knuckles,
Franke,
Lalo Schifrin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kayak,
Josef K,
Black Bananas,
Accadde A,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.