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 Comoros and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 Cymande to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
The Move,
Banda Bassotti,
Tim Buckley,
The Electric Prunes,
The Seeds,
MDC,
John Holt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Vladislav Delay,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Bluetip,
Danielle Patucci,
The Smiths,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wire,
Sällskapet,
Grey Daturas,
Chris Corsano,
the Germs,
The Remains,
Man Parrish,
Junior Murvin,
Byron Stingily,
Panda Bear,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Thee Headcoats,
Morten Harket,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David Axelrod,
Robert Görl,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vainqueur,
Aaron Thompson,
Bad Manners,
Stereo Dub,
Hoover,
The Standells,
Bobby Womack,
Mission of Burma,
The Moleskins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Christie,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Swans,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hasil Adkins,
Lalann,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harmonia,
The Cowsills,
10cc,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Human League,
The Trojans,
Sarah Menescal,
AZ,
Talk Talk,
Adolescents,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.