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 the UAE and from Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bush Tetras to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Mark Hollis,
Oblivians,
Gang of Four,
MDC,
The Smoke,
Fatback Band,
Gong,
X-101,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Carl Craig,
Johnny Clarke,
Scott Walker,
Susan Cadogan,
Darondo,
Bad Manners,
Buzzcocks,
The Beau Brummels,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Reuben Wilson,
Nirvana,
Neil Young,
Cybotron,
Mr. Review,
Quadrant,
Visage,
the Association,
Minutemen,
Roxette,
Simply Red,
Funky Four + One,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cowsills,
the Swans,
Laurel Aitken,
Albert Ayler,
X-Ray Spex,
New Order,
Crash Course in Science,
Steve Hackett,
UT,
New Age Steppers,
the Normal,
The Music Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
The Barracudas,
R.M.O.,
Fluxion,
B.T. Express,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
New York Dolls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Make Up,
FM Einheit,
Terry Callier,
Chrome,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.