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 Armenia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Sly & The Family Stone 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
The Associates,
Crispy Ambulance,
Funkadelic,
Black Bananas,
Neu!,
Bang On A Can,
Minny Pops,
Graham Central Station,
Suicide,
PIL,
The Stooges,
Accadde A,
EPMD,
The United States of America,
Moebius,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pagans,
The Neon Judgement,
cv313,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Circle Jerks,
Eric Copeland,
Hot Snakes,
The Barracudas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grauzone,
The Music Machine,
Qualms,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jimmy McGriff,
Essential Logic,
The Toasters,
The J.B.'s,
Basic Channel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Remains,
Janne Schatter,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott Heron,
Erykah Badu,
Silicon Teens,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amon Düül,
Second Layer,
Sight & Sound,
The Fall,
Arab on Radar,
Henry Cow,
Ten City,
Slave,
Rotary Connection,
Roger Hodgson,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fuzztones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.