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 Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Robert Palmer 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 Yusef Lateef to the jazz 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
The Martian,
The Doors,
Television,
Icehouse,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Byrd,
John Lydon,
Kas Product,
Sandy B,
Scion,
The Stooges,
Slick Rick,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Green,
Dead Boys,
Byron Stingily,
The Fuzztones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chris Corsano,
Rekid,
Sex Pistols,
Ten City,
Erasure,
Peter and Kerry,
Underground Resistance,
Sun Ra,
Jeff Lynne,
Average White Band,
Excepter,
Moby Grape,
Maurizio,
Minutemen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bronski Beat,
Surgeon,
Zero Boys,
Vainqueur,
Panda Bear,
The Move,
Boogie Down Productions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Newcleus,
Nas,
Aloha Tigers,
Terry Callier,
Amon Düül II,
Dave Gahan,
Country Teasers,
New Order,
Babytalk,
Peter & Gordon,
Second Layer,
Porter Ricks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tubeway Army,
The Moleskins,
Leonard Cohen,
Severed Heads,
Franke,
Bad Manners,
These Immortal Souls,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.