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 Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Popol Vuh 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Soft Cell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Visage,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dead C,
Slave,
Maleditus Sound,
Inner City,
Carl Craig,
the Normal,
Pantaleimon,
Slick Rick,
Roxette,
Hardrive,
This Heat,
Vladislav Delay,
Minor Threat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fela Kuti,
These Immortal Souls,
Sex Pistols,
Eric B and Rakim,
Charles Mingus,
Bad Manners,
Tommy Roe,
Cecil Taylor,
Radio Birdman,
Quadrant,
Lebanon Hanover,
One Last Wish,
Tim Buckley,
Todd Rundgren,
Frankie Knuckles,
Half Japanese,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed,
Wally Richardson,
Barbara Tucker,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gap Band,
Neu!,
Yellowson,
New York Dolls,
Hot Snakes,
The Sonics,
Whodini,
Minutemen,
The Pretty Things,
E-Dancer,
Jacob Miller,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jawbox,
Sister Nancy,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flipper,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.