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 Cairo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Audionom to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
John Holt,
Slick Rick,
MC5,
Tommy Roe,
X-Ray Spex,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare,
Unwound,
Yusef Lateef,
The Divine Comedy,
The Saints,
Black Sheep,
Charles Mingus,
The Cowsills,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Normal,
Eve St. Jones,
Angry Samoans,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gladiators,
Tropical Tobacco,
Anthony Braxton,
Crime,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fatback Band,
Electric Prunes,
The Leaves,
Dennis Brown,
Scott Walker,
Agent Orange,
Tubeway Army,
Con Funk Shun,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bizarre Inc.,
Freddie Wadling,
Bronski Beat,
The Raincoats,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mission of Burma,
Visage,
Camberwell Now,
Sugar Minott,
Ohio Players,
Juan Atkins,
Rosa Yemen,
Gichy Dan,
Ten City,
The Monks,
The Kinks,
The Five Americans,
Lightning Bolt,
the Association,
The American Breed,
Janne Schatter,
The Fuzztones,
Whodini,
Iggy Pop,
Pulsallama,
Silicon Teens,
Johnny Clarke,
Section 25,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.