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 Lille.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pantaleimon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
MDC,
Nico,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Basic Channel,
The Wake,
The Seeds,
Jacob Miller,
Chris Corsano,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Sonics,
Sandy B,
Amon Düül,
Derrick May,
Steve Hackett,
Minutemen,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Beau Brummels,
Scratch Acid,
The Star Department,
Wally Richardson,
Joe Smooth,
Stiv Bators,
Isaac Hayes,
Alison Limerick,
Matthew Bourne,
Ronan,
Chrome,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Sheep,
Dave Gahan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yellowson,
Delta 5,
Blossom Toes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
OOIOO,
John Cale,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Sherman,
Peter and Kerry,
B.T. Express,
The Pop Group,
Barbara Tucker,
Maurizio,
The Saints,
Visage,
The Dirtbombs,
Mantronix,
Fugazi,
Dawn Penn,
Lalann,
Faust,
Technova,
Nils Olav,
Amazonics,
Donny Hathaway,
Newcleus,
Silicon Teens,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Piero Umiliani,
Andrew Hill,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.