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 Trinidad & Tobago 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai 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 organ 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 Fluxion to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hasil Adkins,
The Smoke,
Heaven 17,
The Zeros,
Iggy Pop,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Leaves,
Magazine,
The Fortunes,
Robert Wyatt,
Roger Hodgson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ralphi Rosario,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Patti Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joe Finger,
Lyres,
Barrington Levy,
The Cure,
Soulsonic Force,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Skatalites,
The Evens,
Yazoo,
Wally Richardson,
Das Ding,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Modern Lovers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Techniques,
Gichy Dan,
Negative Approach,
Toni Rubio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Starr,
Lebanon Hanover,
Traffic Nightmare,
Idris Muhammad,
Dark Day,
Ronan,
Ossler,
Kurtis Blow,
Grauzone,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gladiators,
Newcleus,
Sex Pistols,
Nirvana,
Ponytail,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hardrive,
Roy Ayers,
Tommy Roe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scott Walker,
The Happenings,
Y Pants,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.