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 Burkina and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
The Young Rascals,
Don Cherry,
Scientists,
Nirvana,
Boz Scaggs,
Gabor Szabo,
Urselle,
The Gun Club,
Electric Prunes,
Althea and Donna,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yusef Lateef,
Duran Duran,
R.M.O.,
Visage,
Jacob Miller,
The Pretty Things,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Electric Prunes,
The Blackbyrds,
Drexciya,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ponytail,
Harmonia,
The Martian,
Soft Cell,
a-ha,
The Monks,
Surgeon,
Andrew Hill,
Swell Maps,
Model 500,
Yellowson,
Agitation Free,
Lebanon Hanover,
Saccharine Trust,
The Slits,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Leonard Cohen,
Moby Grape,
Bill Near,
Prince Buster,
Erasure,
The Fire Engines,
Wally Richardson,
H. Thieme,
The Red Krayola,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lakeside,
Franke,
Gang Gang Dance,
Con Funk Shun,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.