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 Philippines and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Ice-T to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Whodini,
Black Bananas,
Suicide,
Traffic Nightmare,
Delon & Dalcan,
Niagra,
New Order,
Derrick May,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Pop Group,
Wolf Eyes,
The Motions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Infiniti,
Kayak,
Fad Gadget,
Skriet,
Laurel Aitken,
Brick,
Crispian St. Peters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
D'Angelo,
Donald Byrd,
Alice Coltrane,
the Germs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Porter Ricks,
Sister Nancy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Essential Logic,
Connie Case,
Dawn Penn,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bluetip,
Pantaleimon,
Neil Young,
Scion,
X-101,
DNA,
Michelle Simonal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gories,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
These Immortal Souls,
Roxette,
Roy Ayers,
The Wake,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David Axelrod,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pere Ubu,
Bush Tetras,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dark Day,
Quando Quango,
Eve St. Jones,
Youth Brigade,
Hoover,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.