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 Zimbabwe and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 Vogues to the funk 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wolf Eyes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Todd Terry,
Juan Atkins,
Harry Pussy,
The Zeros,
The Move,
The Walker Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Los Fastidios,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Byrd,
Technova,
Oblivians,
Dawn Penn,
The Doors,
Groovy Waters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Associates,
Outsiders,
Marine Girls,
Pulsallama,
Spandau Ballet,
T. Rex,
Joensuu 1685,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Moleskins,
The New Christs,
John Coltrane,
Soul II Soul,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Slits,
Arab on Radar,
Second Layer,
Jeff Mills,
Mars,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare,
the Soft Cell,
Quando Quango,
John Lydon,
Bobby Womack,
MDC,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Michelle Simonal,
Gong,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tears for Fears,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Names,
The Busters,
Erykah Badu,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.