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 Panama and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Brass Construction to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Ralphi Rosario,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lucky Dragons,
Max Romeo,
Blake Baxter,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Smoke,
The Residents,
The Human League,
Colin Newman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jandek,
Judy Mowatt,
Mary Jane Girls,
LL Cool J,
Jeff Lynne,
Siglo XX,
Neu!,
Average White Band,
Kas Product,
Slave,
Faraquet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soulsonic Force,
Brass Construction,
Spoonie Gee,
The Offenders,
Fear,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
Aural Exciters,
Junior Murvin,
Lungfish,
Bill Wells,
The Remains,
Barrington Levy,
Suicide,
The Gladiators,
The Toasters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hoover,
Bauhaus,
The Stooges,
Marvin Gaye,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barry Ungar,
Marine Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Soft Cell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
UT,
Patti Smith,
Can,
Carl Craig,
Donny Hathaway,
Sonic Youth,
Toni Rubio,
Chris Corsano,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.