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 Mauritania and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Robert Görl to the rock 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Brick,
Dawn Penn,
Ohio Players,
Youth Brigade,
Barry Ungar,
The Dirtbombs,
H. Thieme,
Buzzcocks,
Banda Bassotti,
Flipper,
the Slits,
The Vogues,
Crooked Eye,
The Moody Blues,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
T. Rex,
Marvin Gaye,
Max Romeo,
Black Sheep,
Gabor Szabo,
Lee Hazlewood,
a-ha,
Colin Newman,
Sun Ra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Magma,
Cybotron,
Crash Course in Science,
Minny Pops,
The United States of America,
B.T. Express,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
R.M.O.,
Arcadia,
Siglo XX,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New Order,
Brothers Johnson,
Mission of Burma,
Roxette,
Roger Hodgson,
Barrington Levy,
DJ Sneak,
The Blackbyrds,
The Neon Judgement,
Alison Limerick,
The Gladiators,
Roxy Music,
The American Breed,
Delon & Dalcan,
Erasure,
Minutemen,
The Gun Club,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kaleidoscope,
Suicide,
Mo-Dettes,
A Certain Ratio,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.