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 Lebanon and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 Susan Cadogan to the funk 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Accadde A,
Fatback Band,
New Age Steppers,
Kenny Larkin,
World's Most,
Barbara Tucker,
Panda Bear,
Swell Maps,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Tremeloes,
Alphaville,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Wake,
Reuben Wilson,
Metal Thangz,
The Toasters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Steve Hackett,
Arthur Verocai,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kerri Chandler,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alison Limerick,
The Standells,
Moss Icon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crispian St. Peters,
Junior Murvin,
Symarip,
Ossler,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gun Club,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tom Boy,
Stereo Dub,
Easy Going,
Pagans,
Michelle Simonal,
Soft Machine,
Wally Richardson,
Jandek,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
T.S.O.L.,
Radiohead,
The Vogues,
Television Personalities,
Mars,
The Red Krayola,
Janne Schatter,
B.T. Express,
Black Flag,
Groovy Waters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Leaves,
Massinfluence,
John Cale,
Suicide,
The American Breed,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.