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 Croatia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Joensuu 1685 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed,
Piero Umiliani,
In Retrospect,
Dennis Brown,
Brick,
Donald Byrd,
Sex Pistols,
The Saints,
ABBA,
Moss Icon,
Prince Buster,
Max Romeo,
Althea and Donna,
Index,
Arthur Verocai,
Pharoah Sanders,
Panda Bear,
Isaac Hayes,
Bluetip,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fugs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
The Motions,
Banda Bassotti,
The Toasters,
Minor Threat,
Suicide,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ornette Coleman,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Angels of Light,
Gabor Szabo,
Tres Demented,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lyres,
Spoonie Gee,
Talk Talk,
These Immortal Souls,
The Neon Judgement,
The Selecter,
Wolf Eyes,
X-101,
Barbara Tucker,
Junior Murvin,
Howard Jones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Red Krayola,
Dave Gahan,
Quando Quango,
Youth Brigade,
Thee Headcoats,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sällskapet,
Intrusion,
John Foxx,
Amon Düül II,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.