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 Czech Republic 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 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 Mary Jane Girls to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Rosa Yemen,
Hoover,
Ronan,
The Selecter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Angry Samoans,
Cybotron,
Dead Boys,
The Moleskins,
Loose Ends,
Radio Birdman,
K-Klass,
Maleditus Sound,
Blossom Toes,
The Litter,
Rufus Thomas,
Joey Negro,
Faraquet,
The Gun Club,
Alphaville,
Barry Ungar,
Oblivians,
Schoolly D,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neil Young,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Fania All-Stars,
Letta Mbulu,
Soft Machine,
Bauhaus,
Kaleidoscope,
the Slits,
The J.B.'s,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Star Department,
Matthew Halsall,
Deepchord,
Model 500,
Lower 48,
ABBA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The United States of America,
Y Pants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bronski Beat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Silicon Teens,
Warren Ellis,
Kas Product,
The Wake,
Brick,
Maurizio,
Sandy B,
Subhumans,
The Tremeloes,
The Neon Judgement,
Eden Ahbez,
Hashim,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.