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 Ethiopia and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Zero Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Bronski Beat,
Smog,
Tom Boy,
Maleditus Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Germs,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hoover,
Audionom,
Scion,
The Fire Engines,
June Days,
Crime,
Laurel Aitken,
Warren Ellis,
Eve St. Jones,
Scratch Acid,
Ornette Coleman,
Maurizio,
In Retrospect,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fatback Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ossler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chris & Cosey,
Todd Rundgren,
Lakeside,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Henry Cow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marmalade,
the Slits,
Letta Mbulu,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Grass Roots,
The Leaves,
Moss Icon,
Intrusion,
Prince Buster,
Camberwell Now,
X-101,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Supertramp,
The Blackbyrds,
Agent Orange,
Sonny Sharrock,
Visage,
Amazonics,
The Music Machine,
The Fugs,
Quantec,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.