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 China and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet 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 The Real Kids to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
The Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neil Young,
John Lydon,
Henry Cow,
Roxy Music,
World's Most,
the Normal,
Main Source,
Talk Talk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bronski Beat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Five Americans,
DJ Sneak,
Bootsy Collins,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fall,
Darondo,
Avey Tare,
The Tremeloes,
Marmalade,
A Certain Ratio,
the Germs,
Metal Thangz,
T. Rex,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Moon,
John Cale,
The Fortunes,
Royal Trux,
X-102,
Oneida,
MDC,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Smiths,
The Barracudas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Erykah Badu,
Chris & Cosey,
Young Marble Giants,
Don Cherry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultra Naté,
Duran Duran,
Dennis Brown,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Skatalites,
The Cowsills,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
R.M.O.,
Half Japanese,
Cybotron,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.