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 Singapore and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Deadbeat to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
MC5,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mandrill,
The Happenings,
Suburban Knight,
Malaria!,
The Music Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Slave,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scientists,
La Düsseldorf,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare,
Donny Hathaway,
The Misunderstood,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tres Demented,
Underground Resistance,
kango's stein massive,
Suicide,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Todd Rundgren,
Michelle Simonal,
Chris & Cosey,
Henry Cow,
Fatback Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arab on Radar,
Deadbeat,
Camouflage,
Lyres,
The Fall,
Althea and Donna,
Idris Muhammad,
Goldenarms,
Eden Ahbez,
The Last Poets,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Buckinghams,
Pulsallama,
Yusef Lateef,
Nas,
Soft Cell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fugazi,
The Five Americans,
Jandek,
Saccharine Trust,
Rotary Connection,
Carl Craig,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Parry Music,
Visage,
Bob Dylan,
Mission of Burma,
Public Enemy,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.