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 Andorra and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Glambeats Corp. to the rap 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Echospace,
Severed Heads,
Howard Jones,
Cybotron,
Funky Four + One,
Peter & Gordon,
The Associates,
Nik Kershaw,
John Coltrane,
Letta Mbulu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sonics,
Surgeon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rosa Yemen,
Outsiders,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Sheep,
The Searchers,
Blancmange,
Byron Stingily,
Sam Rivers,
Cameo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
EPMD,
Minutemen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeff Mills,
Blake Baxter,
Marvin Gaye,
Todd Terry,
The Cowsills,
Grauzone,
Aaron Thompson,
John Holt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Reuben Wilson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Schoolly D,
Minnie Riperton,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Michelle Simonal,
Scion,
Glenn Branca,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Residents,
Neu!,
Dead Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Human League,
Nirvana,
Lower 48,
John Lydon,
Sun City Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Swell Maps,
Laurel Aitken,
Model 500,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.