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 Tuvalu and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 Maurizio to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Minor Threat,
Soulsonic Force,
Harmonia,
Sound Behaviour,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neu!,
The Pop Group,
Black Moon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Man Parrish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neil Young,
Janne Schatter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
Procol Harum,
Archie Shepp,
Smog,
Alison Limerick,
Nik Kershaw,
Lindisfarne,
New Age Steppers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chris Corsano,
the Normal,
Slave,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Vainqueur,
Gabor Szabo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Henry Cow,
Bob Dylan,
Sugar Minott,
Josef K,
The Selecter,
The Offenders,
Malaria!,
The Barracudas,
Rod Modell,
Negative Approach,
Ronan,
Lower 48,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The United States of America,
The Misunderstood,
Isaac Hayes,
Fear,
Con Funk Shun,
Joe Finger,
The Cowsills,
Clear Light,
Jeru the Damaja,
Public Enemy,
Magma,
John Holt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Heaven 17,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.