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 Fiji and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 The Blackbyrds to the dance 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed,
The Blues Magoos,
The Raincoats,
T. Rex,
John Coltrane,
Magazine,
Average White Band,
Parry Music,
Y Pants,
Simply Red,
Crime,
New York Dolls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
This Heat,
Cymande,
Negative Approach,
Animal Collective,
Ronnie Foster,
Rapeman,
Nils Olav,
the Normal,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jerry's Kids,
The Birthday Party,
Grey Daturas,
Pere Ubu,
China Crisis,
Lucky Dragons,
Bob Dylan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rotary Connection,
Dawn Penn,
Lakeside,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harmonia,
Deakin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Urselle,
The Saints,
Sandy B,
Arab on Radar,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Modern Lovers,
Erasure,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Bar-Kays,
Danielle Patucci,
Smog,
Sex Pistols,
Janne Schatter,
The Motions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Smoke,
Nation of Ulysses,
World's Most,
June Days,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.