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 Tonga 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Archie Shepp to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Skriet,
The Grass Roots,
Infiniti,
Letta Mbulu,
Wolf Eyes,
Quantec,
John Cale,
The Blues Magoos,
Massinfluence,
Arcadia,
B.T. Express,
The Five Americans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pharoah Sanders,
New Order,
Peter and Kerry,
Siglo XX,
Half Japanese,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Trojans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Average White Band,
Brand Nubian,
Marc Almond,
Sun City Girls,
Jawbox,
Quadrant,
Roxette,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cal Tjader,
New Age Steppers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Modern Lovers,
the Human League,
DJ Style,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flash Fearless,
The United States of America,
Sex Pistols,
Yusef Lateef,
X-Ray Spex,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aural Exciters,
Severed Heads,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Zapp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Walker Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
Groovy Waters,
Lightning Bolt,
Connie Case,
Chrome,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Public Enemy,
The Skatalites,
F. McDonald,
Country Teasers,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.