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 Syria and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Neil Young to the grunge 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Matthew Bourne,
Sound Behaviour,
Nik Kershaw,
Ohio Players,
Fugazi,
This Heat,
Prince Buster,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Con Funk Shun,
Marc Almond,
Brass Construction,
Jeff Mills,
Cybotron,
48th St. Collective,
Terry Callier,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Michelle Simonal,
Jerry's Kids,
Piero Umiliani,
Donny Hathaway,
Duran Duran,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Grass Roots,
Agent Orange,
Sex Pistols,
Maleditus Sound,
Cluster,
Delta 5,
Accadde A,
It's A Beautiful Day,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Arthur Verocai,
Eddi Front,
Harpers Bizarre,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cramps,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joyce Sims,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Subhumans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quando Quango,
Surgeon,
Robert Görl,
Can,
Altered Images,
Hot Snakes,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Remains,
Yaz,
ABC,
Roger Hodgson,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fortunes,
Spandau Ballet,
Quadrant,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.