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 Benin and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 Cheater Slicks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
The Monks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Patti Smith,
Archie Shepp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
E-Dancer,
The Invisible,
The Dead C,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Livin' Joy,
Panda Bear,
The Fortunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Grass Roots,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sex Pistols,
Andrew Hill,
Eve St. Jones,
Delta 5,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sight & Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Seeds,
The Move,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sixth Finger,
The Velvet Underground,
Maurizio,
The Human League,
Scott Walker,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Q and Not U,
David Axelrod,
Mission of Burma,
Gastr Del Sol,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lungfish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Erasure,
The Slackers,
Sugar Minott,
Faraquet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
UT,
the Germs,
The Smoke,
Spoonie Gee,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Residents,
Flipper,
The Stooges,
Nico,
Tears for Fears,
Inner City,
48th St. Collective,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.