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 Maldives and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Eli Mardock to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Metal Thangz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Agent Orange,
Bootsy Collins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gun Club,
Minnie Riperton,
The Evens,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Drive Like Jehu,
LL Cool J,
Letta Mbulu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rufus Thomas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Procol Harum,
Average White Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Isaac Hayes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cowsills,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yazoo,
Vainqueur,
Marc Almond,
H. Thieme,
Reagan Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pantaleimon,
The Motions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mad Mike,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skriet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Angry Samoans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Second Layer,
Underground Resistance,
The Dirtbombs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Bar-Kays,
Bluetip,
John Holt,
Royal Trux,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Suburban Knight,
Au Pairs,
Andrew Hill,
Anakelly,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Grass Roots,
In Retrospect,
Deadbeat,
Q and Not U,
Tres Demented,
The Fortunes,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.