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 St Lucia 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gerry Rafferty to the disco 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Gun Club,
Todd Terry,
The Beau Brummels,
Idris Muhammad,
The Birthday Party,
Surgeon,
Heaven 17,
Lindisfarne,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare,
The Blackbyrds,
Pere Ubu,
Alice Coltrane,
The Techniques,
The Offenders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quantec,
Unwound,
Von Mondo,
June of 44,
Johnny Clarke,
Warsaw,
Roxette,
The Blues Magoos,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Janne Schatter,
Harmonia,
Outsiders,
Wally Richardson,
MDC,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Walker Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
Rosa Yemen,
The Selecter,
F. McDonald,
The Red Krayola,
Ituana,
Yusef Lateef,
Average White Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Y Pants,
The Divine Comedy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Youth Brigade,
The Detroit Cobras,
Young Marble Giants,
Blossom Toes,
Slick Rick,
The Index,
The Searchers,
Gang of Four,
Suburban Knight,
Kayak,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nation of Ulysses,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sight & Sound,
Eurythmics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Shadows of Knight,
Reagan Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.