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 Honduras and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Delta 5 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Black Flag,
Fugazi,
Fear,
Bronski Beat,
David McCallum,
Tubeway Army,
Godley & Creme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barrington Levy,
AZ,
Flipper,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flash Fearless,
Von Mondo,
Funky Four + One,
World's Most,
Moby Grape,
Lakeside,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Selecter,
Radiohead,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camberwell Now,
Heaven 17,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ludus,
cv313,
Joy Division,
Gregory Isaacs,
The American Breed,
David Bowie,
John Holt,
Theoretical Girls,
Pantytec,
kango's stein massive,
The Trojans,
The Count Five,
Adolescents,
The Dirtbombs,
Grauzone,
Soft Cell,
Crime,
The Offenders,
The Young Rascals,
Panda Bear,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brand Nubian,
PIL,
Niagra,
The Pop Group,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fat Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Outsiders,
ABC,
Sparks,
the Soft Cell,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.