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 Belgium and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Velvet Underground to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nik Kershaw,
Lakeside,
Freddie Wadling,
The Walker Brothers,
Tres Demented,
Frankie Knuckles,
Warsaw,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Whodini,
Bobby Byrd,
the Sonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Anthony Braxton,
Porter Ricks,
DJ Sneak,
Radiohead,
Fat Boys,
The Buckinghams,
Quando Quango,
New Age Steppers,
Pet Shop Boys,
David Bowie,
Big Daddy Kane,
Qualms,
Aaron Thompson,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Zeros,
Lightning Bolt,
Ornette Coleman,
UT,
Hashim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ludus,
Chris & Cosey,
Jesper Dahlback,
ABC,
The Moleskins,
Monks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Altered Images,
Groovy Waters,
The Techniques,
Japan,
The Count Five,
Y Pants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mandrill,
Chrome,
Bush Tetras,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gories,
Hasil Adkins,
Con Funk Shun,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.