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 Iraq and from Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Reagan Youth to the rock 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rod Modell,
Kayak,
Mr. Review,
Fluxion,
The Human League,
A Flock of Seagulls,
EPMD,
Cheater Slicks,
Sound Behaviour,
ABBA,
Todd Terry,
Underground Resistance,
Excepter,
Ken Boothe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tim Buckley,
Can,
New York Dolls,
Donny Hathaway,
Brick,
Second Layer,
Scan 7,
Reuben Wilson,
Fugazi,
Bobby Sherman,
ABC,
Mantronix,
the Human League,
Technova,
Lalo Schifrin,
Charles Mingus,
Pagans,
Quando Quango,
L. Decosne,
Section 25,
The Remains,
Los Fastidios,
The Motions,
Audionom,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Urselle,
the Association,
Ten City,
Jawbox,
Soft Machine,
Parry Music,
The Invisible,
Crooked Eye,
The Gories,
Stetsasonic,
Fat Boys,
Q65,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeff Lynne,
Guru Guru,
Kerri Chandler,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.