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 South Africa 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 Kaleidoscope to the jazz 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Jacob Miller,
the Sonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Shadows of Knight,
DJ Sneak,
Rod Modell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grey Daturas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fugs,
Faraquet,
LL Cool J,
Quantec,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Holt,
The Five Americans,
Masters at Work,
The Mojo Men,
Deadbeat,
Lungfish,
Interpol,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Selecter,
Duran Duran,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sister Nancy,
Delta 5,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
K-Klass,
The Remains,
The J.B.'s,
Roy Ayers,
Bill Near,
Peter & Gordon,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Sherman,
FM Einheit,
Scrapy,
Steve Hackett,
Sugar Minott,
Adolescents,
Nik Kershaw,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jandek,
Simply Red,
Popol Vuh,
Derrick May,
The Divine Comedy,
10cc,
Tres Demented,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harry Pussy,
Cymande,
Letta Mbulu,
Eli Mardock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yazoo,
Ice-T,
Chrome,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kas Product,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.