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 Montenegro and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
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 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 Aural Exciters to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Wyatt,
The Pop Group,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Trojans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Newcleus,
Lindisfarne,
Smog,
Duran Duran,
The Star Department,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Anakelly,
Unwound,
Wasted Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
U.S. Maple,
Slick Rick,
Eli Mardock,
Colin Newman,
Donald Byrd,
Cymande,
The Neon Judgement,
PIL,
Tears for Fears,
The Cure,
Brick,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Half Japanese,
Gabor Szabo,
The Smoke,
Johnny Osbourne,
Reagan Youth,
The Gories,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roxy Music,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Iggy Pop,
The Monks,
Neil Young,
Subhumans,
Erasure,
Y Pants,
Average White Band,
Visage,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
Tubeway Army,
Monks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roger Hodgson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Invisible,
Neu!,
Kerri Chandler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Coltrane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.