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 Lebanon and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Soul II Soul,
a-ha,
Dennis Brown,
John Foxx,
Erykah Badu,
R.M.O.,
Henry Cow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Litter,
Fugazi,
Little Man,
Lungfish,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Sheep,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Underground Resistance,
The Star Department,
Wire,
Johnny Osbourne,
The J.B.'s,
Kevin Saunderson,
Suicide,
Lalann,
Groovy Waters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Velvet Underground,
Don Cherry,
Make Up,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oblivians,
Tubeway Army,
Crime,
UT,
Moebius,
Aaron Thompson,
Quantec,
Marmalade,
Hasil Adkins,
Radio Birdman,
Juan Atkins,
John Holt,
OOIOO,
The Slits,
Nico,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eden Ahbez,
Grey Daturas,
Brand Nubian,
Iggy Pop,
Barbara Tucker,
Slave,
Half Japanese,
Agent Orange,
Tommy Roe,
Eddi Front,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.