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 Sierra Leone and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tommy Roe to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Danielle Patucci,
The Neon Judgement,
Bauhaus,
The Cure,
Infiniti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cybotron,
Gong,
The Blackbyrds,
Wally Richardson,
The Raincoats,
Suburban Knight,
Sonic Youth,
Monks,
Nik Kershaw,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Masters at Work,
Qualms,
Pylon,
The Remains,
Andrew Hill,
Sun Ra,
Whodini,
cv313,
Wasted Youth,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare,
Buzzcocks,
Jawbox,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Invisible,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sam Rivers,
Second Layer,
Magazine,
The Tremeloes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Simply Red,
Dorothy Ashby,
Funky Four + One,
Grandmaster Flash,
JFA,
Procol Harum,
Amazonics,
Technova,
The Cowsills,
Quando Quango,
Goldenarms,
Eden Ahbez,
Rakim,
Minnie Riperton,
Khruangbin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Reuben Wilson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Intrusion,
Judy Mowatt,
Iggy Pop,
Kurtis Blow,
Soft Cell,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.