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 Estonia and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 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 Five Americans to the crunk 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
the Germs,
The Star Department,
Connie Case,
Duran Duran,
Dark Day,
Carl Craig,
The Mojo Men,
These Immortal Souls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cowsills,
The Gladiators,
Joy Division,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
UT,
Shoche,
Can,
Model 500,
The United States of America,
Scan 7,
The Mummies,
Liliput,
Television,
The New Christs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fugazi,
Warsaw,
Organ,
X-Ray Spex,
Sound Behaviour,
Swell Maps,
Pet Shop Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Graham Central Station,
Kurtis Blow,
Radio Birdman,
The Fugs,
The Gories,
Barry Ungar,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kenny Larkin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tropical Tobacco,
Excepter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pantaleimon,
Heaven 17,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ornette Coleman,
Altered Images,
Dawn Penn,
Circle Jerks,
The Busters,
Joensuu 1685,
Subhumans,
Dual Sessions,
MC5,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roger Hodgson,
Suburban Knight,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.