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 Niger and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Skriet to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
The Fire Engines,
Brass Construction,
Marmalade,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fear,
Robert Hood,
The Move,
Cybotron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Echospace,
Rod Modell,
KRS-One,
Ornette Coleman,
Mandrill,
The Searchers,
Slick Rick,
Todd Terry,
The Stooges,
The Gun Club,
Terry Callier,
Can,
Tears for Fears,
Connie Case,
The Fall,
the Fania All-Stars,
Henry Cow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crooked Eye,
John Coltrane,
Japan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Byron Stingily,
The Evens,
Iggy Pop,
Silicon Teens,
The Divine Comedy,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Sonics,
Nick Fraelich,
Sam Rivers,
Visage,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eurythmics,
Main Source,
Kayak,
The American Breed,
Sun City Girls,
Parry Music,
Neil Young,
Malaria!,
Bob Dylan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Blues Magoos,
The Golliwogs,
The Black Dice,
Moebius,
Pierre Henry,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.