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 Iran and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 48th St. Collective to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Leonard Cohen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Soft Cell,
Erykah Badu,
Dennis Brown,
Infiniti,
Gang Green,
Lower 48,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scion,
Patti Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alice Coltrane,
Suicide,
Kas Product,
X-101,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dead C,
MDC,
Bad Manners,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Birthday Party,
The Gap Band,
The Stooges,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jerry's Kids,
Iggy Pop,
This Heat,
Panda Bear,
Fad Gadget,
Eric Dolphy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Animal Collective,
Gang Starr,
The Misunderstood,
Fear,
Malaria!,
Negative Approach,
Moebius,
Pussy Galore,
Black Sheep,
Sunsets and Hearts,
B.T. Express,
The Smoke,
Howard Jones,
Jeff Lynne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
James White and The Blacks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pagans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alison Limerick,
Harry Pussy,
Thompson Twins,
Sex Pistols,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ohio Players,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Heaven 17,
Loose Ends,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.