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 Bulgaria and from Bremen.
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 Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 organ 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 Audionom 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Mantronix,
Oneida,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The New Christs,
Ohio Players,
Panda Bear,
The Moody Blues,
Nation of Ulysses,
Unwound,
Peter & Gordon,
The Searchers,
The Knickerbockers,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Green,
Letta Mbulu,
Das Ding,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed,
Chris Corsano,
The Smoke,
Bush Tetras,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jawbox,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ice-T,
The United States of America,
Marvin Gaye,
Aloha Tigers,
Parry Music,
Eve St. Jones,
In Retrospect,
Gang Starr,
Anakelly,
Swans,
Leonard Cohen,
DJ Style,
Josef K,
Crime,
Erasure,
Grauzone,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gap Band,
cv313,
The Last Poets,
Massinfluence,
L. Decosne,
Tears for Fears,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hasil Adkins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Television,
Rakim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Durutti Column,
LL Cool J,
The Five Americans,
Franke,
X-102,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.