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 Iceland and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 The Standells to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radiopuhelimet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lucky Dragons,
Wally Richardson,
Barbara Tucker,
Eurythmics,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeff Mills,
MDC,
The Moody Blues,
L. Decosne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Maurizio,
Arcadia,
Rotary Connection,
Dual Sessions,
Nik Kershaw,
Kurtis Blow,
the Normal,
Graham Central Station,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thompson Twins,
The Happenings,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Smoke,
X-101,
Masters at Work,
Model 500,
The Cure,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Black Dice,
the Sonics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flipper,
Intrusion,
Oblivians,
Trumans Water,
The Doors,
Cybotron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Slave,
Johnny Osbourne,
Urselle,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Starr,
Kaleidoscope,
Audionom,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Saccharine Trust,
Josef K,
Agitation Free,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.