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 Russia and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the funk 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Human League,
Thompson Twins,
Bob Dylan,
Rekid,
Gang Gang Dance,
48th St. Collective,
Crash Course in Science,
Erykah Badu,
The Remains,
Black Sheep,
Derrick May,
Rod Modell,
Roxy Music,
John Holt,
The Sonics,
Duran Duran,
the Association,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lindisfarne,
Japan,
Piero Umiliani,
One Last Wish,
Jeff Mills,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aural Exciters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter & Gordon,
Model 500,
Fat Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Anthony Braxton,
Radio Birdman,
Circle Jerks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Tremeloes,
The Divine Comedy,
the Swans,
UT,
Eve St. Jones,
Ornette Coleman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Trumans Water,
Y Pants,
The Slits,
Alphaville,
Hoover,
Simply Red,
Von Mondo,
The Residents,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric Dolphy,
Dark Day,
Mars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Desert Stars,
Pulsallama,
FM Einheit,
The Young Rascals,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.