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 Palau 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scan 7 to the punk 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stiv Bators,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Womack,
Clear Light,
Roger Hodgson,
Fat Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Sheep,
Rekid,
The Leaves,
OOIOO,
The Litter,
Symarip,
Arab on Radar,
Moss Icon,
The Monochrome Set,
Country Teasers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hashim,
Fugazi,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Invisible,
The Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hasil Adkins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gories,
Silicon Teens,
Bauhaus,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gerry Rafferty,
June of 44,
The Index,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Green,
The Last Poets,
The Black Dice,
Eurythmics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DJ Sneak,
Pulsallama,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Victims,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cowsills,
Eve St. Jones,
Pole,
Unrelated Segments,
FM Einheit,
Ludus,
Kurtis Blow,
Talk Talk,
The Cramps,
Trumans Water,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.