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 Portland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 Susan Cadogan to the rock 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Roxette,
Cybotron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skarface,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Count Five,
The Wake,
Bobby Womack,
Shoche,
Byron Stingily,
Don Cherry,
Bootsy Collins,
Chrome,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Wyatt,
Dual Sessions,
Juan Atkins,
Livin' Joy,
Groovy Waters,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fugs,
Flash Fearless,
The Shadows of Knight,
Television,
Steve Hackett,
Derrick Morgan,
Connie Case,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Slits,
Monks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terry Callier,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Swans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Whodini,
Pantytec,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Swans,
Arab on Radar,
Dead Boys,
The Human League,
The Smoke,
Quantec,
Brand Nubian,
Outsiders,
Q and Not U,
Visage,
Wings,
Stiv Bators,
The Seeds,
Pulsallama,
The Neon Judgement,
Chris Corsano,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric Dolphy,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.