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 Egypt and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Black Bananas to the electroclash 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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Faust,
UT,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Lydon,
The Cure,
The Sonics,
Ronan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pylon,
Duran Duran,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Pretty Things,
Pussy Galore,
Index,
The Young Rascals,
John Holt,
Black Bananas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeru the Damaja,
AZ,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bluetip,
Max Romeo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Crispian St. Peters,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Patti Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
Yazoo,
Liliput,
DNA,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pole,
Banda Bassotti,
U.S. Maple,
Matthew Bourne,
Janne Schatter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
EPMD,
Visage,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fugs,
kango's stein massive,
Fela Kuti,
OOIOO,
The Seeds,
X-101,
Tomorrow,
Ituana,
Ossler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Essential Logic,
The Toasters,
Pulsallama,
Flash Fearless,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.