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 Egypt and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Michael McDonald 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 Names to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Tres Demented,
Y Pants,
Crash Course in Science,
Hot Snakes,
Tommy Roe,
Barrington Levy,
Suicide,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Barracudas,
Faraquet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joe Smooth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blancmange,
Deepchord,
Kenny Larkin,
KRS-One,
Model 500,
Gregory Isaacs,
June Days,
Rod Modell,
Scion,
Byron Stingily,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amon Düül,
Amon Düül II,
Dark Day,
Janne Schatter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gerry Rafferty,
Livin' Joy,
Subhumans,
Main Source,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ossler,
Second Layer,
Faust,
Tom Boy,
Con Funk Shun,
Todd Terry,
Fad Gadget,
Nils Olav,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sun City Girls,
Icehouse,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeff Mills,
Simply Red,
Ice-T,
The United States of America,
The Stooges,
Camberwell Now,
Arab on Radar,
Black Flag,
The Cure,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-101,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.