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 Syria and from Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Detroit Cobras to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive 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?
Black Sheep,
Symarip,
the Soft Cell,
Bush Tetras,
Hoover,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stetsasonic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Banda Bassotti,
The Buckinghams,
Derrick May,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eli Mardock,
Infiniti,
The Smoke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Patti Smith,
Reagan Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crime,
New Order,
Los Fastidios,
Television Personalities,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cal Tjader,
Mantronix,
The Blues Magoos,
Angry Samoans,
Colin Newman,
Slave,
The Cowsills,
kango's stein massive,
Nico,
David Bowie,
The Cramps,
The Alarm Clocks,
Johnny Clarke,
Radiohead,
Goldenarms,
The Blackbyrds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
The Monochrome Set,
Chris & Cosey,
One Last Wish,
Scrapy,
the Human League,
Gong,
The Count Five,
Fela Kuti,
Bad Manners,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Albert Ayler,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Second Layer,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Cale,
The Index,
Pere Ubu,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.