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 Mauritania and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Pierre Henry,
Scrapy,
Junior Murvin,
Boredoms,
Juan Atkins,
Bob Dylan,
Pussy Galore,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Hood,
The Names,
Yaz,
Ludus,
Television Personalities,
Absolute Body Control,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kurtis Blow,
The Move,
The Mummies,
The J.B.'s,
Subhumans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mars,
The Toasters,
Neil Young,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eddi Front,
The Gladiators,
Skarface,
Agitation Free,
Country Teasers,
Radio Birdman,
Dennis Brown,
Metal Thangz,
The Invisible,
Laurel Aitken,
Fad Gadget,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bizarre Inc.,
Todd Rundgren,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pantytec,
The Barracudas,
Guru Guru,
Thompson Twins,
Mad Mike,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moby Grape,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Stooges,
David Bowie,
Royal Trux,
The Searchers,
Sandy B,
John Coltrane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
June Days,
kango's stein massive,
Negative Approach,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Human League,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.