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 Norway and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 Don Cherry to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Minor Threat,
U.S. Maple,
LL Cool J,
Saccharine Trust,
Gichy Dan,
Clear Light,
Los Fastidios,
The Blackbyrds,
The Angels of Light,
The Gap Band,
Joey Negro,
Quantec,
David Axelrod,
Gang of Four,
Amazonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aaron Thompson,
DNA,
Flash Fearless,
Scott Walker,
Bronski Beat,
AZ,
Andrew Hill,
Rotary Connection,
Mary Jane Girls,
Swell Maps,
Stiv Bators,
New York Dolls,
Loose Ends,
Pierre Henry,
June Days,
Fluxion,
Joe Smooth,
Eurythmics,
Severed Heads,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cecil Taylor,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Starr,
Adolescents,
Godley & Creme,
Arthur Verocai,
Marc Almond,
The Dead C,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quadrant,
The Residents,
Glenn Branca,
Cymande,
Aloha Tigers,
Smog,
Erykah Badu,
Patti Smith,
Tommy Roe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Don Cherry,
Piero Umiliani,
Brass Construction,
Eve St. Jones,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.