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 Iraq and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fat Boys to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
the Human League,
Thee Headcoats,
Wings,
Toni Rubio,
E-Dancer,
Laurel Aitken,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fortunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Anthony Braxton,
Sarah Menescal,
Bill Near,
the Soft Cell,
The Fuzztones,
Whodini,
Dennis Brown,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fad Gadget,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric Dolphy,
DJ Style,
Rufus Thomas,
The Blackbyrds,
Liliput,
Alison Limerick,
Throbbing Gristle,
Easy Going,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Livin' Joy,
Underground Resistance,
Eddi Front,
ABBA,
The Moody Blues,
Blossom Toes,
Maurizio,
Henry Cow,
kango's stein massive,
Ossler,
Unrelated Segments,
Lungfish,
Rapeman,
Buzzcocks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Index,
The Sonics,
Clear Light,
Darondo,
Technova,
Charles Mingus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bluetip,
Wolf Eyes,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Stooges,
Radio Birdman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
World's Most,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.