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 Namibia and from Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Aloha Tigers to the disco 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Deakin,
The Fuzztones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Suicide,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
One Last Wish,
Section 25,
Tomorrow,
Parry Music,
Warsaw,
JFA,
Flipper,
EPMD,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fortunes,
Connie Case,
Mr. Review,
Robert Wyatt,
Alison Limerick,
Terry Callier,
Mark Hollis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Delta 5,
Soft Cell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mars,
Adolescents,
kango's stein massive,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cheater Slicks,
Spandau Ballet,
The Happenings,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mummies,
Aswad,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Görl,
John Cale,
The Mojo Men,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rakim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
B.T. Express,
Ronan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Babytalk,
Das Ding,
Marvin Gaye,
Vainqueur,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Siglo XX,
Steve Hackett,
Eden Ahbez,
Severed Heads,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.