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 Costa Rica and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 David Bowie 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 Jerry's Kids to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
The Angels of Light,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Womack,
Warsaw,
Blossom Toes,
Harry Pussy,
Bronski Beat,
Von Mondo,
Minnie Riperton,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed,
Minor Threat,
Whodini,
Con Funk Shun,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dawn Penn,
Eric Dolphy,
Man Parrish,
Massinfluence,
Panda Bear,
The Fire Engines,
Sugar Minott,
Scan 7,
The Count Five,
Symarip,
Kas Product,
Young Marble Giants,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
the Sonics,
The Barracudas,
Groovy Waters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sound,
The Slackers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fugs,
Dave Gahan,
Bad Manners,
Thee Headcoats,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Seeds,
Eddi Front,
Brothers Johnson,
Sam Rivers,
Roxy Music,
Byron Stingily,
Royal Trux,
Joey Negro,
The Buckinghams,
Brand Nubian,
DNA,
Marine Girls,
Connie Case,
Guru Guru,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.