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 Guinea and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Robert Palmer 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 Buzzcocks 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Alphaville,
Goldenarms,
Clear Light,
Mission of Burma,
Camouflage,
Animal Collective,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skriet,
Barrington Levy,
Flash Fearless,
Japan,
The Toasters,
Deakin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Remains,
The Slits,
The Gories,
Intrusion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Susan Cadogan,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Victims,
Can,
Peter and Kerry,
Deepchord,
Scan 7,
Lalann,
Lucky Dragons,
Silicon Teens,
cv313,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marcia Griffiths,
Don Cherry,
Qualms,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minny Pops,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Urselle,
Mantronix,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vainqueur,
Saccharine Trust,
the Association,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quantec,
Eric Copeland,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Womack,
Mars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Severed Heads,
Ultravox,
Charles Mingus,
The Index,
Barry Ungar,
Echospace,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.