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 Toronto.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 Stereo Dub to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Pierre Henry,
OOIOO,
Glenn Branca,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Starr,
Charles Mingus,
Fugazi,
Glambeats Corp.,
Symarip,
Donny Hathaway,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Divine Comedy,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Neon Judgement,
Index,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeff Mills,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ludus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lyres,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gories,
The Saints,
Mandrill,
Arthur Verocai,
The United States of America,
Skriet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Human League,
The Leaves,
Parry Music,
One Last Wish,
Dawn Penn,
Lalann,
The Pretty Things,
Sound Behaviour,
The Beau Brummels,
Sonny Sharrock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barclay James Harvest,
Drexciya,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Smiths,
F. McDonald,
Robert Görl,
Black Flag,
Fela Kuti,
The Fortunes,
Pulsallama,
Schoolly D,
Todd Rundgren,
Heaven 17,
AZ,
Crash Course in Science,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yusef Lateef,
Simply Red,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.