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 Slovakia and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
The Cramps,
Warsaw,
Scrapy,
David Axelrod,
The Human League,
Barrington Levy,
Grey Daturas,
Motorama,
Roxy Music,
Idris Muhammad,
Adolescents,
Youth Brigade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Move,
Avey Tare,
The Tremeloes,
Cybotron,
Camouflage,
Liliput,
The Kinks,
The Happenings,
H. Thieme,
Todd Rundgren,
Franke,
Sugar Minott,
DNA,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Joyce Sims,
Albert Ayler,
Reuben Wilson,
Yaz,
The Walker Brothers,
Country Teasers,
Zapp,
Crime,
World's Most,
Main Source,
The Saints,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joey Negro,
The Velvet Underground,
New Order,
Black Bananas,
Silicon Teens,
Moss Icon,
Warren Ellis,
Wally Richardson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Derrick May,
Jeff Mills,
Rod Modell,
Japan,
Michelle Simonal,
the Germs,
Banda Bassotti,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crispian St. Peters,
Max Romeo,
The Index,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.