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 Oman and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 Fatback Band to the dance 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
The Modern Lovers,
Donald Byrd,
The Smiths,
The Kinks,
Wolf Eyes,
Stetsasonic,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Byrd,
James White and The Blacks,
Hardrive,
Roxy Music,
Barclay James Harvest,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brand Nubian,
One Last Wish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Residents,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scratch Acid,
The Cure,
Mad Mike,
Johnny Osbourne,
Qualms,
Thee Headcoats,
The American Breed,
Brass Construction,
Scientists,
Maleditus Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Barracudas,
Delta 5,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brick,
Eden Ahbez,
Flamin' Groovies,
Matthew Bourne,
Maurizio,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Gang Dance,
Youth Brigade,
Essential Logic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ten City,
The Young Rascals,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yellowson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fire Engines,
Duran Duran,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
T. Rex,
The Mojo Men,
Michelle Simonal,
Blake Baxter,
Black Bananas,
The Saints,
Bronski Beat,
Sister Nancy,
Scott Walker,
Panda Bear,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.