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 Lesotho and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 Blancmange to the rock 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ossler,
Anakelly,
Chrome,
Electric Prunes,
Subhumans,
Cal Tjader,
Yaz,
Negative Approach,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Khruangbin,
Gichy Dan,
China Crisis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barbara Tucker,
Sarah Menescal,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dead C,
Icehouse,
the Human League,
The Pop Group,
Suburban Knight,
Magma,
Angry Samoans,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-101,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Wake,
Charles Mingus,
AZ,
Maurizio,
La Düsseldorf,
The Vogues,
Scientists,
Minor Threat,
Chris & Cosey,
H. Thieme,
Franke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bill Near,
Organ,
Yellowson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Iggy Pop,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Siglo XX,
The Doors,
Mark Hollis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
MC5,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.