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 Bolivia and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Colin Newman to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boogie Down Productions,
H. Thieme,
Goldenarms,
John Lydon,
Man Parrish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Underground Resistance,
Drexciya,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Judy Mowatt,
Pulsallama,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mojo Men,
Minutemen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rekid,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kurtis Blow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nas,
The Busters,
Brothers Johnson,
10cc,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pole,
The Fall,
Andrew Hill,
Bizarre Inc.,
Half Japanese,
Jeff Lynne,
T.S.O.L.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Organ,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Urselle,
The Modern Lovers,
Flipper,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Human League,
Bill Wells,
Faust,
Zero Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Alphaville,
Susan Cadogan,
Prince Buster,
Roxy Music,
The J.B.'s,
David Bowie,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Qualms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.