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 Lithuania and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
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 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 Minnie Riperton to the electroclash 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kaleidoscope,
Minny Pops,
The Divine Comedy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fortunes,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sonics,
Dark Day,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Invisible,
Ultravox,
Alice Coltrane,
Index,
Loose Ends,
Black Pus,
Fat Boys,
X-101,
Pussy Galore,
Porter Ricks,
Spoonie Gee,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Q65,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moss Icon,
Japan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nils Olav,
the Association,
Sparks,
Quadrant,
the Slits,
Andrew Hill,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Victims,
Blossom Toes,
Model 500,
Spandau Ballet,
the Soft Cell,
Godley & Creme,
Swans,
Grauzone,
Inner City,
Cameo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Todd Terry,
Boredoms,
Symarip,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Circle Jerks,
Roxette,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Christie,
Sound Behaviour,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.