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 Morocco and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Robert Palmer 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 Music Machine to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Cluster,
Audionom,
CMW,
Basic Channel,
Popol Vuh,
Jerry's Kids,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David Bowie,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Byrd,
Agitation Free,
Stereo Dub,
Cameo,
The Slackers,
Wally Richardson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultra Naté,
X-102,
Procol Harum,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alphaville,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Neon Judgement,
Make Up,
Goldenarms,
Sarah Menescal,
Saccharine Trust,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Blackbyrds,
The Zeros,
Erasure,
The Pop Group,
The Pretty Things,
Gang of Four,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Depeche Mode,
Rapeman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
EPMD,
Ronnie Foster,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nas,
Tommy Roe,
Mantronix,
Kerrie Biddell,
KRS-One,
Oneida,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stiv Bators,
Royal Trux,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.