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 Germany 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the crunk 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Byron Stingily,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Electric Prunes,
Yusef Lateef,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sex Pistols,
The Golliwogs,
The Victims,
Grey Daturas,
Hashim,
Absolute Body Control,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Khruangbin,
Amon Düül II,
Dark Day,
The Evens,
DJ Sneak,
Stereo Dub,
Thee Headcoats,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soul II Soul,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Blues Magoos,
Ituana,
The Human League,
the Association,
Gang of Four,
Fat Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Kerri Chandler,
Das Ding,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Fania All-Stars,
Slave,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Faraquet,
K-Klass,
Derrick Morgan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Duran Duran,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Malaria!,
Au Pairs,
Half Japanese,
Young Marble Giants,
Joensuu 1685,
Cecil Taylor,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ornette Coleman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Negative Approach,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Inner City,
Sarah Menescal,
Barrington Levy,
Hardrive,
Shoche,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.