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 Tanzania and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 the Normal to the disco 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scrapy,
the Soft Cell,
Ten City,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pylon,
Deepchord,
Mark Hollis,
Suicide,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
H. Thieme,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
Neu!,
CMW,
Crime,
Archie Shepp,
Iggy Pop,
Wolf Eyes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Foxx,
Tom Boy,
Fugazi,
La Düsseldorf,
Inner City,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Litter,
X-101,
Anthony Braxton,
the Sonics,
These Immortal Souls,
D'Angelo,
Hasil Adkins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Liliput,
MC5,
Brand Nubian,
Rekid,
Black Moon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Searchers,
Dennis Brown,
John Coltrane,
The Associates,
Marmalade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
8 Eyed Spy,
Morten Harket,
Toni Rubio,
Eric Copeland,
Bluetip,
Angry Samoans,
Bill Wells,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.