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 Congo and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Alice Coltrane,
the Bar-Kays,
Alison Limerick,
Royal Trux,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joy Division,
T. Rex,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Funkadelic,
Technova,
Aloha Tigers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeff Mills,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Young Rascals,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Section 25,
Intrusion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Young Marble Giants,
Johnny Clarke,
Sugar Minott,
Black Flag,
New York Dolls,
China Crisis,
JFA,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Idris Muhammad,
Zapp,
Tomorrow,
Hashim,
Nick Fraelich,
The New Christs,
Terry Callier,
Newcleus,
Pierre Henry,
Byron Stingily,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Maleditus Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Susan Cadogan,
Joey Negro,
Bootsy Collins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Blues Magoos,
The Saints,
Marc Almond,
Sixth Finger,
Yellowson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crispy Ambulance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dead C,
Banda Bassotti,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Byrd,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.