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 Cuba and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Hardrive to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Judy Mowatt,
T.S.O.L.,
JFA,
Heaven 17,
Fluxion,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Symarip,
Agitation Free,
Brothers Johnson,
The Kinks,
Reuben Wilson,
Siglo XX,
Roy Ayers,
Rotary Connection,
David Bowie,
John Foxx,
Spoonie Gee,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skriet,
Gang Green,
The Invisible,
Harry Pussy,
Slave,
Bootsy Collins,
Swell Maps,
Spandau Ballet,
Arcadia,
Roger Hodgson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Suicide,
the Human League,
Sonic Youth,
Zero Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Inner City,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crash Course in Science,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dead C,
Section 25,
The J.B.'s,
Archie Shepp,
Sarah Menescal,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Knickerbockers,
Yellowson,
Warren Ellis,
The Index,
kango's stein massive,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ponytail,
Country Teasers,
Faraquet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pole,
World's Most,
The Seeds,
Angry Samoans,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.