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 Mali and from Manila.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soul Sonic Force,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dennis Brown,
John Holt,
Sarah Menescal,
The Doors,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric Copeland,
The Golliwogs,
Skaos,
Monolake,
Camouflage,
Ronnie Foster,
David McCallum,
Agitation Free,
Funkadelic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oneida,
Depeche Mode,
Blake Baxter,
Organ,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Buckinghams,
Ice-T,
The Searchers,
ABBA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mars,
Wolf Eyes,
Moby Grape,
The Fall,
Amazonics,
Quadrant,
Darondo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Suburban Knight,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Sherman,
Cal Tjader,
FM Einheit,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pole,
Brick,
Gang Green,
The Slackers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Magma,
Robert Hood,
Bluetip,
Ten City,
Deepchord,
Metal Thangz,
Dead Boys,
Franke,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wally Richardson,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.