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 Kiribati 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Unrelated Segments to the grime 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Roy Ayers,
Pierre Henry,
Outsiders,
Sun Ra,
Radio Birdman,
Symarip,
Stetsasonic,
Bootsy Collins,
DJ Style,
Simply Red,
Fluxion,
The Slackers,
The Fire Engines,
Tommy Roe,
Peter & Gordon,
Soul II Soul,
Joey Negro,
Slave,
Gastr Del Sol,
EPMD,
Eden Ahbez,
Severed Heads,
Infiniti,
Maleditus Sound,
The Slits,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Adolescents,
Ronnie Foster,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cluster,
Banda Bassotti,
Marmalade,
MDC,
Bronski Beat,
Fad Gadget,
Scientists,
The Doors,
Hashim,
Lightning Bolt,
Joyce Sims,
Henry Cow,
Shuggie Otis,
The Stooges,
Magazine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skarface,
Eli Mardock,
the Germs,
Icehouse,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gun Club,
Marine Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Black Dice,
Johnny Clarke,
The Victims,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Erasure,
Guru Guru,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.