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 United States and from Beijing.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Real Kids to the grime 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
The Evens,
Leonard Cohen,
Joe Finger,
Alice Coltrane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pulsallama,
Lower 48,
The Monks,
Erasure,
Thompson Twins,
Nick Fraelich,
ABC,
China Crisis,
Connie Case,
Soft Machine,
Qualms,
Bobby Byrd,
Barbara Tucker,
The Real Kids,
The Beau Brummels,
Mission of Burma,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bill Wells,
Ken Boothe,
Soft Cell,
Bad Manners,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New York Dolls,
Amon Düül II,
The Gladiators,
Audionom,
Piero Umiliani,
H. Thieme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
LL Cool J,
Gichy Dan,
Darondo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
L. Decosne,
The Sonics,
Blossom Toes,
Grauzone,
The Red Krayola,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Associates,
Con Funk Shun,
Gregory Isaacs,
Half Japanese,
Marine Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Music Machine,
Gang Green,
Amon Düül,
Lyres,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
48th St. Collective,
Neu!,
Sixth Finger,
Boz Scaggs,
The Star Department,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.