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 South Africa and from Portland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Arthur Verocai to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Aural Exciters,
JFA,
Black Sheep,
Pylon,
Soft Machine,
D'Angelo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tears for Fears,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joe Smooth,
Barrington Levy,
Public Enemy,
the Normal,
Grey Daturas,
The Birthday Party,
John Foxx,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ossler,
Outsiders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Erasure,
Duran Duran,
Simply Red,
June of 44,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stetsasonic,
Black Moon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Al Stewart,
Cybotron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultravox,
Ludus,
LL Cool J,
Fluxion,
Interpol,
The Gories,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mission of Burma,
Cecil Taylor,
Eddi Front,
Kaleidoscope,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Funky Four + One,
David Axelrod,
Laurel Aitken,
Joey Negro,
Isaac Hayes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Fear,
Toni Rubio,
Bluetip,
Visage,
Kenny Larkin,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.