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 Bahamas and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Sugar Minott to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Sparks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Graham Central Station,
The Sonics,
Television Personalities,
Desert Stars,
Zapp,
Depeche Mode,
Theoretical Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sarah Menescal,
Barbara Tucker,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Susan Cadogan,
Aloha Tigers,
The Offenders,
Pantaleimon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Litter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hasil Adkins,
Cybotron,
Saccharine Trust,
Massinfluence,
The Shadows of Knight,
D'Angelo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pantytec,
John Lydon,
Mandrill,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Simply Red,
a-ha,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Funkadelic,
Derrick Morgan,
the Soft Cell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bronski Beat,
DNA,
Schoolly D,
Loose Ends,
The Fugs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Drexciya,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crash Course in Science,
Derrick May,
Franke,
The Monochrome Set,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.