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 Bangladesh and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Thee Headcoats to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Country Teasers,
Quantec,
H. Thieme,
The Leaves,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radiohead,
48th St. Collective,
Thompson Twins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Moody Blues,
John Lydon,
Clear Light,
Cymande,
Arthur Verocai,
David Axelrod,
Wire,
Barrington Levy,
Colin Newman,
Ronnie Foster,
Deadbeat,
Intrusion,
Simply Red,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wolf Eyes,
Delta 5,
A Certain Ratio,
David Bowie,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gories,
Sugar Minott,
Kayak,
New Age Steppers,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Cale,
Chris Corsano,
Ludus,
Bronski Beat,
Jawbox,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Adolescents,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare,
Man Parrish,
Lower 48,
Black Bananas,
The Gun Club,
Al Stewart,
Erykah Badu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ice-T,
Johnny Osbourne,
Maurizio,
Infiniti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.