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 Denmark and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Wyatt,
Vainqueur,
Camouflage,
Dead Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Goldenarms,
Albert Ayler,
Arthur Verocai,
Duran Duran,
Bronski Beat,
The Vogues,
Bobby Byrd,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nils Olav,
Index,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
JFA,
Popol Vuh,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Raincoats,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Peter & Gordon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Easy Going,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yazoo,
The Sound,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Sherman,
X-Ray Spex,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radiopuhelimet,
Country Teasers,
Althea and Donna,
The Doors,
Black Flag,
Hot Snakes,
Cybotron,
D'Angelo,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Bar-Kays,
The Red Krayola,
Saccharine Trust,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barclay James Harvest,
Swans,
Jerry's Kids,
Ralphi Rosario,
Loose Ends,
Pole,
Mo-Dettes,
Smog,
F. McDonald,
The Star Department,
Neu!,
a-ha,
New Order,
Davy DMX,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.