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 Marshall Islands and from London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Livin' Joy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Bananas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deadbeat,
Roy Ayers,
Danielle Patucci,
The Doors,
Ituana,
Liliput,
R.M.O.,
Black Pus,
The Wake,
Sixth Finger,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brick,
The Angels of Light,
Camouflage,
Nico,
Lungfish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bauhaus,
Scion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joey Negro,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Blake Baxter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eurythmics,
Hardrive,
Soul II Soul,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Red Krayola,
Albert Ayler,
Mary Jane Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brand Nubian,
Sarah Menescal,
Underground Resistance,
Alison Limerick,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Monochrome Set,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pantaleimon,
The Smoke,
Reagan Youth,
Connie Case,
Steve Hackett,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sandy B,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fugs,
Black Moon,
Y Pants,
FM Einheit,
The Raincoats,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sällskapet,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.