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 Latvia and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Camouflage to the rock 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 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 Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Silicon Teens,
Barrington Levy,
The Busters,
Zapp,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roxy Music,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bang On A Can,
Agitation Free,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Masters at Work,
Brand Nubian,
Monolake,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quadrant,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rekid,
Massinfluence,
The Happenings,
These Immortal Souls,
Derrick May,
Scientists,
Neil Young,
Soft Machine,
Al Stewart,
X-101,
Jeff Lynne,
Sam Rivers,
Minutemen,
Lower 48,
The Residents,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Section 25,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
China Crisis,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-102,
James White and The Blacks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
Organ,
Colin Newman,
Connie Case,
Dawn Penn,
Swell Maps,
Ice-T,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bronski Beat,
Delta 5,
The Litter,
Goldenarms,
Yusef Lateef,
Wolf Eyes,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.