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 Madagascar and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
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 synthesizer 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 The Motions to the electroclash 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Reuben Wilson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pole,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Derrick May,
Sarah Menescal,
Sight & Sound,
Hardrive,
Deepchord,
Thee Headcoats,
Gabor Szabo,
T. Rex,
the Soft Cell,
Black Bananas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mr. Review,
Hot Snakes,
Sun Ra,
Bad Manners,
The Star Department,
Jawbox,
Mission of Burma,
Stiv Bators,
UT,
The Five Americans,
Radiohead,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Womack,
These Immortal Souls,
John Coltrane,
Derrick Morgan,
Kayak,
Bush Tetras,
Nico,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Smiths,
Boredoms,
The Pretty Things,
Blancmange,
Davy DMX,
Country Teasers,
Lakeside,
Tubeway Army,
the Slits,
Ken Boothe,
Rufus Thomas,
Supertramp,
Underground Resistance,
The Selecter,
Ultra Naté,
The Buckinghams,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.