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 Burkina and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Alphaville to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Tom Boy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter & Gordon,
Gong,
The Barracudas,
Bronski Beat,
Henry Cow,
Nils Olav,
The Real Kids,
Faust,
Ten City,
The Blackbyrds,
Neil Young,
Dave Gahan,
Sam Rivers,
John Holt,
The Leaves,
Brass Construction,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
a-ha,
Crooked Eye,
Y Pants,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Pus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fuzztones,
Black Flag,
Hasil Adkins,
Hoover,
Graham Central Station,
The Slackers,
Tim Buckley,
Pagans,
Altered Images,
KRS-One,
Stetsasonic,
The Fortunes,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Byrd,
Con Funk Shun,
Marmalade,
Ludus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DNA,
Reagan Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Johnny Clarke,
The Saints,
Basic Channel,
The Index,
Supertramp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Funky Four + One,
Faraquet,
Hardrive,
Wally Richardson,
L. Decosne,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.