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 Ethiopia and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Matthew Halsall to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Severed Heads,
Babytalk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Smoke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Depeche Mode,
the Swans,
Roger Hodgson,
Brick,
Grey Daturas,
The Misunderstood,
The Associates,
Kayak,
Flash Fearless,
Intrusion,
Man Parrish,
Sex Pistols,
The American Breed,
Albert Ayler,
Juan Atkins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Basic Channel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soul Sonic Force,
10cc,
Brand Nubian,
Rhythm & Sound,
The New Christs,
Derrick May,
D'Angelo,
Smog,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Starr,
Iggy Pop,
The Standells,
Todd Rundgren,
Ituana,
Barrington Levy,
Au Pairs,
Qualms,
Moby Grape,
New Order,
Schoolly D,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gap Band,
Tomorrow,
Delta 5,
Urselle,
Cybotron,
Swell Maps,
The Sound,
The Kinks,
Johnny Clarke,
Kenny Larkin,
Dead Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thee Headcoats,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.