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 Turkey and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
X-101,
Avey Tare,
Sparks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alice Coltrane,
Camberwell Now,
Tommy Roe,
Rotary Connection,
The Last Poets,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scion,
Procol Harum,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Little Man,
Soft Cell,
The Neon Judgement,
Oblivians,
Ronnie Foster,
Circle Jerks,
Flash Fearless,
The Searchers,
Rekid,
Nik Kershaw,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Stereo Dub,
New York Dolls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cluster,
The New Christs,
F. McDonald,
Spoonie Gee,
Youth Brigade,
Bob Dylan,
Japan,
Juan Atkins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quadrant,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Monks,
Minutemen,
Make Up,
Aaron Thompson,
OOIOO,
China Crisis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Toni Rubio,
Scrapy,
Eurythmics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ken Boothe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joe Finger,
Tubeway Army,
Arab on Radar,
Godley & Creme,
AZ,
The Moleskins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.