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 Brazil and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Royal Trux to the dance 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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?
New York Dolls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Music Machine,
Aural Exciters,
kango's stein massive,
H. Thieme,
Ultra Naté,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Jerry's Kids,
The Blackbyrds,
Cymande,
Maleditus Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cowsills,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Seeds,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Red Krayola,
Rotary Connection,
X-102,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Sheep,
The Mummies,
Wally Richardson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Au Pairs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
Tomorrow,
Magma,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gap Band,
The American Breed,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Suicide,
Surgeon,
The Barracudas,
Mandrill,
D'Angelo,
Excepter,
Easy Going,
Jeff Lynne,
Panda Bear,
Leonard Cohen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Andrew Hill,
The Toasters,
Jawbox,
Sandy B,
Quantec,
Ultimate Spinach,
Charles Mingus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Qualms,
Laurel Aitken,
The Searchers,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.