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 South Sudan and from Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joey Negro to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
cv313,
Todd Rundgren,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Altered Images,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pylon,
Make Up,
Aswad,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Velvet Underground,
The Victims,
Agent Orange,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang of Four,
Mad Mike,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pussy Galore,
Lightning Bolt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stereo Dub,
Intrusion,
The Five Americans,
Faust,
Pierre Henry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Holt,
Morten Harket,
B.T. Express,
Swans,
The Moleskins,
Whodini,
Porter Ricks,
Model 500,
Matthew Bourne,
The Red Krayola,
Country Teasers,
Henry Cow,
The American Breed,
The Buckinghams,
The Modern Lovers,
Althea and Donna,
Skriet,
The Gap Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Panda Bear,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
China Crisis,
The Motions,
H. Thieme,
Angry Samoans,
Gong,
Fela Kuti,
Infiniti,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.