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 Samoa and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cameo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soft Cell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scrapy,
Jandek,
Parry Music,
Gang Starr,
Joensuu 1685,
the Bar-Kays,
Scientists,
Byron Stingily,
Blossom Toes,
Duran Duran,
Harmonia,
Kenny Larkin,
Slick Rick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fad Gadget,
Desert Stars,
Robert Hood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Iggy Pop,
Terrestrial Tones,
David Bowie,
Surgeon,
These Immortal Souls,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Cale,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ludus,
Bauhaus,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Kinks,
Angry Samoans,
Reagan Youth,
Yaz,
Arab on Radar,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Byrd,
Dorothy Ashby,
Archie Shepp,
The Move,
Can,
Marine Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Infiniti,
T.S.O.L.,
Matthew Bourne,
Cal Tjader,
Ornette Coleman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Supertramp,
Pussy Galore,
Thompson Twins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Residents,
Yazoo,
E-Dancer,
The Grass Roots,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.