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 Cameroon and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 The Gun Club to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
John Lydon,
Yusef Lateef,
Niagra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Victims,
Jawbox,
The Fortunes,
Clear Light,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eli Mardock,
Fear,
Vladislav Delay,
Mantronix,
The Star Department,
Animal Collective,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scientists,
Cymande,
Severed Heads,
The Wake,
Bronski Beat,
Make Up,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wings,
Mr. Review,
Gang Green,
Tom Boy,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter and Kerry,
PIL,
the Human League,
The Busters,
Aswad,
Dead Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Shoche,
Kurtis Blow,
Brand Nubian,
Kerri Chandler,
The Happenings,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yaz,
Depeche Mode,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun Ra,
The Mojo Men,
Excepter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Liliput,
Tomorrow,
Moby Grape,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Bananas,
Index,
Lalo Schifrin,
New Age Steppers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.