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 Luxembourg and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 New Age Steppers to the grunge 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Rotary Connection,
Kaleidoscope,
David Bowie,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aloha Tigers,
The Music Machine,
The Offenders,
Model 500,
Black Bananas,
Laurel Aitken,
Minnie Riperton,
Bizarre Inc.,
Interpol,
Marvin Gaye,
Gichy Dan,
Mark Hollis,
Byron Stingily,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tropical Tobacco,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alice Coltrane,
Tom Boy,
The Doors,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Toasters,
Mary Jane Girls,
New York Dolls,
Gabor Szabo,
OOIOO,
Rapeman,
Swell Maps,
Popol Vuh,
New Age Steppers,
Black Flag,
Gang Gang Dance,
Faraquet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Spoonie Gee,
Minny Pops,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
L. Decosne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Angry Samoans,
Q and Not U,
R.M.O.,
Whodini,
Royal Trux,
The Invisible,
Motorama,
The Busters,
Johnny Clarke,
Bronski Beat,
Tommy Roe,
The Modern Lovers,
U.S. Maple,
Iggy Pop,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.