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 Uruguay and from Columbus.
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 Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Robert Palmer 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 DJ Sneak to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Bad Manners,
Graham Central Station,
B.T. Express,
Sun City Girls,
Lower 48,
Bob Dylan,
John Foxx,
The Music Machine,
CMW,
the Soft Cell,
Black Pus,
Theoretical Girls,
The Saints,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Swell Maps,
Donald Byrd,
Motorama,
Grandmaster Flash,
Trumans Water,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Seeds,
Depeche Mode,
Basic Channel,
Neu!,
Vladislav Delay,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brand Nubian,
Warsaw,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bill Near,
The Smoke,
The Mojo Men,
Hashim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ken Boothe,
Liliput,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Holt,
Harmonia,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radiopuhelimet,
James White and The Blacks,
Surgeon,
The Smiths,
Laurel Aitken,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Henry Cow,
Aloha Tigers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sugar Minott,
The Martian,
Clear Light,
Gabor Szabo,
Smog,
Jeru the Damaja,
Groovy Waters,
Kas Product,
Fugazi,
Yellowson,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.