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 Syria 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 ABBA to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Faust,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric Copeland,
Zero Boys,
Echospace,
Rotary Connection,
The Divine Comedy,
Mo-Dettes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mary Jane Girls,
Urselle,
Quantec,
Sixth Finger,
Deakin,
Althea and Donna,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ken Boothe,
Joe Finger,
Sam Rivers,
The Leaves,
the Association,
Qualms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Prince Buster,
AZ,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sonics,
F. McDonald,
The Stooges,
Television,
Nas,
Graham Central Station,
Andrew Hill,
The Fugs,
Aural Exciters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Michelle Simonal,
James White and The Blacks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tim Buckley,
The Doors,
Trumans Water,
Chrome,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Moleskins,
Bronski Beat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eli Mardock,
Subhumans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Country Teasers,
The Dead C,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeff Mills,
Davy DMX,
Buzzcocks,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.