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 Gabon and from Paris.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Music Machine to the rap 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Amon Düül,
Al Stewart,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Star Department,
Circle Jerks,
Matthew Halsall,
The Moleskins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Subhumans,
Trumans Water,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Faraquet,
Stereo Dub,
T.S.O.L.,
Todd Terry,
Blake Baxter,
The Cure,
One Last Wish,
The Pop Group,
Accadde A,
Sonny Sharrock,
Big Daddy Kane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Make Up,
Joey Negro,
Yellowson,
ABC,
Sister Nancy,
Essential Logic,
Kerri Chandler,
Crime,
Deepchord,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Franke,
Howard Jones,
Barrington Levy,
Boredoms,
The Move,
Pere Ubu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Pus,
Chris Corsano,
John Coltrane,
Sex Pistols,
Fad Gadget,
Masters at Work,
Blancmange,
Hashim,
Godley & Creme,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Bananas,
Grauzone,
Don Cherry,
Nirvana,
Swans,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.