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 Togo and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Suicide to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harmonia,
Deadbeat,
Model 500,
Kerri Chandler,
Nirvana,
Throbbing Gristle,
B.T. Express,
Lou Christie,
Icehouse,
Pagans,
The Human League,
Joyce Sims,
the Human League,
Chrome,
Iggy Pop,
Johnny Clarke,
David Bowie,
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-101,
Gong,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bronski Beat,
Kas Product,
Flash Fearless,
Second Layer,
Au Pairs,
The Music Machine,
Scrapy,
Public Enemy,
Ronan,
Matthew Halsall,
Grey Daturas,
Laurel Aitken,
E-Dancer,
This Heat,
Gang Starr,
Tomorrow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Lydon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
World's Most,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Slave,
Shoche,
Crime,
Prince Buster,
D'Angelo,
Half Japanese,
Fat Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Qualms,
Brothers Johnson,
Soulsonic Force,
Janne Schatter,
Schoolly D,
Funkadelic,
Quando Quango,
The Kinks,
Excepter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.