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 Portugal and from Milan.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Hoover to the crunk 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Sixth Finger,
Magazine,
The Modern Lovers,
Derrick Morgan,
Yusef Lateef,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun Ra,
ABBA,
Bronski Beat,
Spoonie Gee,
Metal Thangz,
The Pretty Things,
Jacob Miller,
Amazonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crooked Eye,
DJ Style,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Y Pants,
Flamin' Groovies,
David Bowie,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yellowson,
Bill Wells,
Sandy B,
H. Thieme,
Liliput,
The Black Dice,
This Heat,
Rekid,
PIL,
The Standells,
Sun City Girls,
Radio Birdman,
The Barracudas,
Malaria!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Technova,
Pulsallama,
Funky Four + One,
Mary Jane Girls,
Subhumans,
Brick,
Negative Approach,
EPMD,
Half Japanese,
Blake Baxter,
Brand Nubian,
China Crisis,
The Human League,
Visage,
Lakeside,
Heaven 17,
Man Eating Sloth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chrome,
Archie Shepp,
The Seeds,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.