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 Grenada and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 Aloha Tigers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Circle Jerks,
The Standells,
Quando Quango,
June of 44,
Eurythmics,
Robert Hood,
Lakeside,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Public Enemy,
The Walker Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Livin' Joy,
Rotary Connection,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soft Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brick,
Rapeman,
The Neon Judgement,
Toni Rubio,
Ossler,
Derrick May,
Lyres,
Chris Corsano,
Saccharine Trust,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Star Department,
Gastr Del Sol,
DJ Sneak,
Ultimate Spinach,
a-ha,
Bobby Womack,
The Wake,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Josef K,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Faraquet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roxette,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed,
Mad Mike,
Vainqueur,
Faust,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rufus Thomas,
Eve St. Jones,
Sister Nancy,
Glenn Branca,
Todd Rundgren,
The Young Rascals,
Groovy Waters,
Minnie Riperton,
Dead Boys,
Max Romeo,
Robert Wyatt,
Accadde A,
Guru Guru,
OOIOO,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fear,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.