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 Moldova 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 K-Klass to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Gang of Four,
Dead Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Monks,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jacob Miller,
Mo-Dettes,
Max Romeo,
Make Up,
Barbara Tucker,
Rotary Connection,
Basic Channel,
the Germs,
Roxette,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kurtis Blow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Severed Heads,
Spandau Ballet,
Pylon,
Saccharine Trust,
The Moody Blues,
Johnny Osbourne,
Franke,
The Misunderstood,
FM Einheit,
Glenn Branca,
Don Cherry,
OOIOO,
Schoolly D,
Lalann,
Goldenarms,
Swell Maps,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crispian St. Peters,
Panda Bear,
Lyres,
Grey Daturas,
Lungfish,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Christie,
Rhythm & Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
The New Christs,
The Walker Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Anthony Braxton,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kayak,
Circle Jerks,
Section 25,
Brick,
Joyce Sims,
Minor Threat,
The Dead C,
Agitation Free,
Average White Band,
Ten City,
Agent Orange,
Donald Byrd,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.