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 Japan and from Manchester.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 D'Angelo 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Monks,
Steve Hackett,
Mad Mike,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Beau Brummels,
The Detroit Cobras,
Iggy Pop,
Clear Light,
Television Personalities,
Reagan Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultra Naté,
Radio Birdman,
Buzzcocks,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Residents,
Soft Machine,
The Selecter,
Roxette,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deepchord,
Moby Grape,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Johnny Clarke,
the Association,
The Raincoats,
Jacob Miller,
Bluetip,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Icehouse,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Spoonie Gee,
The Wake,
Rites of Spring,
Minnie Riperton,
Ten City,
Intrusion,
Harmonia,
Frankie Knuckles,
Television,
Nas,
Supertramp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Durutti Column,
The Names,
Inner City,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Surgeon,
The Fall,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Seeds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Count Five,
Lightning Bolt,
Shoche,
Tim Buckley,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Popol Vuh,
10cc,
Index,
Crispy Ambulance,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.