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 Andorra and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Suburban Knight to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Magazine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Black Dice,
The Gladiators,
Bronski Beat,
Isaac Hayes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yusef Lateef,
Index,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Warsaw,
The New Christs,
Bootsy Collins,
Brick,
The Standells,
The Mojo Men,
Fluxion,
Saccharine Trust,
Moby Grape,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arcadia,
Tomorrow,
Jacques Brel,
The Raincoats,
Tubeway Army,
Danielle Patucci,
Judy Mowatt,
Parry Music,
Black Sheep,
Cecil Taylor,
Icehouse,
Royal Trux,
Siglo XX,
Grey Daturas,
E-Dancer,
The Moleskins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Toasters,
Masters at Work,
Scientists,
Peter and Kerry,
Kayak,
The Invisible,
The Stooges,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Slackers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hot Snakes,
Kurtis Blow,
a-ha,
Chris Corsano,
Procol Harum,
Underground Resistance,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fire Engines,
Joensuu 1685,
The Selecter,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.