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 Andorra 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Henry Cow to the grime 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Joyce Sims,
Mission of Burma,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter & Gordon,
The Invisible,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Altered Images,
T. Rex,
Grey Daturas,
Half Japanese,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yellowson,
Iggy Pop,
R.M.O.,
Anakelly,
Aural Exciters,
Saccharine Trust,
Kas Product,
Leonard Cohen,
Maurizio,
Radiohead,
Ralphi Rosario,
Delta 5,
Television Personalities,
Heaven 17,
Terry Callier,
Robert Görl,
Ultra Naté,
Black Flag,
Supertramp,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jacques Brel,
Camouflage,
Derrick Morgan,
Dead Boys,
The Gap Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Franke,
Darondo,
Nils Olav,
The Sonics,
Negative Approach,
Connie Case,
Sound Behaviour,
Howard Jones,
Royal Trux,
Idris Muhammad,
This Heat,
Second Layer,
Skarface,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Green,
New Order,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fall,
Aswad,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ken Boothe,
The Grass Roots,
Black Sheep,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.