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 Botswana and from Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gladiators to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Mr. Review,
Althea and Donna,
Magazine,
The Fugs,
Byron Stingily,
Jeff Lynne,
These Immortal Souls,
Swell Maps,
Gichy Dan,
Theoretical Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Motorama,
Hot Snakes,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
T. Rex,
Animal Collective,
David Bowie,
The Sonics,
Skarface,
New Order,
Rites of Spring,
Roy Ayers,
Gabor Szabo,
Whodini,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scan 7,
Yellowson,
The Tremeloes,
The Fall,
The Misunderstood,
Q and Not U,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Talk Talk,
The Electric Prunes,
Chris Corsano,
Hardrive,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Sherman,
Mark Hollis,
The Gladiators,
Dual Sessions,
Glambeats Corp.,
48th St. Collective,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cybotron,
Marc Almond,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter & Gordon,
Saccharine Trust,
Lalann,
Angry Samoans,
Fatback Band,
Intrusion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.