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 Hungary and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the organ 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 Ohio Players to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Unrelated Segments,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neu!,
Rotary Connection,
Lakeside,
Ornette Coleman,
Cybotron,
Hoover,
Darondo,
The Fuzztones,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Motions,
Tres Demented,
The Pretty Things,
Zero Boys,
Essential Logic,
the Sonics,
Heaven 17,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultra Naté,
John Cale,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gun Club,
The Blackbyrds,
Terry Callier,
Newcleus,
Marine Girls,
Sugar Minott,
The Mummies,
The United States of America,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neil Young,
Gong,
Eric Dolphy,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fortunes,
Magma,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roxette,
Tubeway Army,
Supertramp,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Boogie Down Productions,
Youth Brigade,
Quando Quango,
Rekid,
Robert Görl,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
T.S.O.L.,
Dual Sessions,
the Slits,
Tears for Fears,
Sonic Youth,
Crooked Eye,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Pop Group,
Angry Samoans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.