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 Rwanda and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marc Almond,
The Dave Clark Five,
Siglo XX,
Cecil Taylor,
Surgeon,
The Smiths,
Danielle Patucci,
Ludus,
Quando Quango,
Au Pairs,
Audionom,
Young Marble Giants,
Camouflage,
Fugazi,
Scott Walker,
Schoolly D,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bronski Beat,
The Searchers,
Marvin Gaye,
Supertramp,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marine Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
This Heat,
Bang On A Can,
DJ Sneak,
Silicon Teens,
Pantaleimon,
Depeche Mode,
Soft Machine,
Q and Not U,
Cal Tjader,
Country Teasers,
Radiohead,
The Slits,
Black Bananas,
Godley & Creme,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dead Boys,
Main Source,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
H. Thieme,
Traffic Nightmare,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rod Modell,
Cluster,
Guru Guru,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Don Cherry,
Amon Düül,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stiv Bators,
Sam Rivers,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Misunderstood,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.