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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the rap 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Mad Mike,
The Cure,
Jawbox,
Fatback Band,
Kerri Chandler,
K-Klass,
ABC,
Arab on Radar,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Leaves,
X-101,
Jerry's Kids,
Au Pairs,
Bush Tetras,
The Cramps,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brothers Johnson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
Funkadelic,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gong,
Barbara Tucker,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Livin' Joy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Steve Hackett,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rites of Spring,
Gabor Szabo,
New Age Steppers,
Ronan,
Hoover,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun City Girls,
L. Decosne,
Juan Atkins,
Bad Manners,
Unwound,
Desert Stars,
Tom Boy,
Sugar Minott,
Frankie Knuckles,
Public Enemy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dave Clark Five,
Metal Thangz,
Young Marble Giants,
Niagra,
The Count Five,
Camouflage,
X-Ray Spex,
Bill Near,
Lyres,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.