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 Maldives and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Index,
The Mummies,
Moss Icon,
cv313,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sex Pistols,
Siglo XX,
Robert Hood,
Shoche,
Groovy Waters,
Eli Mardock,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tomorrow,
The Beau Brummels,
Steve Hackett,
The Last Poets,
Bill Near,
The Standells,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Five Americans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Charles Mingus,
Trumans Water,
Stiv Bators,
Icehouse,
10cc,
KRS-One,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sandy B,
Barbara Tucker,
Todd Terry,
Little Man,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Bananas,
Black Pus,
Massinfluence,
The Invisible,
Judy Mowatt,
Gabor Szabo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Prince Buster,
Patti Smith,
Camouflage,
Amazonics,
Michelle Simonal,
Flash Fearless,
Black Flag,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mojo Men,
Newcleus,
Oblivians,
Mandrill,
Hoover,
Wasted Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
Mark Hollis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jesper Dahlback,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.