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 Trinidad & Tobago 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 1964 to 1975.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Bush Tetras,
Faust,
The Red Krayola,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Starr,
The Slits,
Godley & Creme,
Crooked Eye,
The Gap Band,
In Retrospect,
Lucky Dragons,
Warren Ellis,
Kas Product,
Loose Ends,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Kinks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eden Ahbez,
Junior Murvin,
Radio Birdman,
Harmonia,
Wire,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Green,
The Black Dice,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-102,
Brick,
Barrington Levy,
Infiniti,
Au Pairs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Young Rascals,
Man Eating Sloth,
Iggy Pop,
Interpol,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
10cc,
Erasure,
Dead Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Trumans Water,
Wally Richardson,
The Dead C,
Qualms,
China Crisis,
Dennis Brown,
The Tremeloes,
Fat Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gregory Isaacs,
Livin' Joy,
Todd Terry,
Blancmange,
Lightning Bolt,
Television Personalities,
Harry Pussy,
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.