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 Cuba and from Columbus.
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 Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 Guru Guru to the grime 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lyres,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crooked Eye,
The Wake,
The Happenings,
The Trojans,
New Age Steppers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eddi Front,
Electric Prunes,
D'Angelo,
B.T. Express,
E-Dancer,
Dead Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Blackbyrds,
Drexciya,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Saccharine Trust,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Althea and Donna,
Fad Gadget,
Albert Ayler,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gladiators,
Tres Demented,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Davy DMX,
The Martian,
The Leaves,
Pussy Galore,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mantronix,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ludus,
Arab on Radar,
New York Dolls,
Gang Green,
Pantaleimon,
Swell Maps,
Erykah Badu,
Sonic Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
Ralphi Rosario,
These Immortal Souls,
Michelle Simonal,
Whodini,
Blancmange,
DNA,
Malaria!,
Scrapy,
Erasure,
The Busters,
Jeru the Damaja,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.