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 Luxembourg and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Vogues to the techno 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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Chris Corsano,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Intrusion,
The Moody Blues,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Television,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Young Marble Giants,
Porter Ricks,
Kas Product,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kurtis Blow,
Dave Gahan,
Panda Bear,
The Black Dice,
Whodini,
Toni Rubio,
Cluster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Adolescents,
the Human League,
Terry Callier,
Supertramp,
Ice-T,
Stiv Bators,
ABC,
Amazonics,
Aural Exciters,
a-ha,
Brand Nubian,
Deadbeat,
Con Funk Shun,
Pylon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang of Four,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
New Age Steppers,
E-Dancer,
Ponytail,
Robert Görl,
Warsaw,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sound,
The Mojo Men,
The Fortunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Godley & Creme,
Marc Almond,
Lalann,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camouflage,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arab on Radar,
Bad Manners,
Echospace,
The Human League,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Funky Four + One,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.