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 Burkina and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ituana to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Eric Dolphy,
Hashim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dead C,
Ludus,
Iggy Pop,
Todd Rundgren,
Agitation Free,
Monolake,
Public Image Ltd.,
Das Ding,
Oblivians,
Ornette Coleman,
Radio Birdman,
Sound Behaviour,
The Toasters,
Sugar Minott,
the Bar-Kays,
Talk Talk,
Man Parrish,
In Retrospect,
Little Man,
Black Pus,
Bobby Womack,
Max Romeo,
Rapeman,
Peter and Kerry,
Dead Boys,
Blancmange,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barbara Tucker,
Throbbing Gristle,
DJ Sneak,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mission of Burma,
Matthew Halsall,
Bronski Beat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soul II Soul,
Skarface,
Royal Trux,
Tim Buckley,
JFA,
Unrelated Segments,
The Wake,
Infiniti,
The Zeros,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Faust,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Angry Samoans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Can,
Sandy B,
Minutemen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dual Sessions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Goldenarms,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sparks,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.