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 Azerbaijan and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 Livin' Joy to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
R.M.O.,
Brothers Johnson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Infiniti,
Absolute Body Control,
UT,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Soft Cell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marc Almond,
Ultravox,
Nas,
Cheater Slicks,
The Young Rascals,
The Smiths,
Connie Case,
Henry Cow,
New Age Steppers,
The Fortunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David Bowie,
Black Pus,
Joy Division,
Freddie Wadling,
Cecil Taylor,
Deakin,
EPMD,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jerry's Kids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Neon Judgement,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mad Mike,
Model 500,
Blancmange,
The Barracudas,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Leonard Cohen,
Kurtis Blow,
X-Ray Spex,
Con Funk Shun,
Junior Murvin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Niagra,
Blossom Toes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nirvana,
Lightning Bolt,
DJ Sneak,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stiv Bators,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Arcadia,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.