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 Lebanon and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Sex Pistols to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
The Red Krayola,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blancmange,
Tomorrow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Parry Music,
Matthew Bourne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Morten Harket,
Rosa Yemen,
Thompson Twins,
The Real Kids,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun Ra,
Mad Mike,
MC5,
Von Mondo,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gories,
Model 500,
Fat Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
a-ha,
Arcadia,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pet Shop Boys,
L. Decosne,
Zero Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Litter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gladiators,
Bad Manners,
Malaria!,
The Modern Lovers,
Ohio Players,
Mr. Review,
The Selecter,
Amazonics,
Minny Pops,
Amon Düül,
The Offenders,
The Stooges,
Cameo,
The Divine Comedy,
Liliput,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minor Threat,
Neil Young,
Mantronix,
Joey Negro,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Technova,
In Retrospect,
F. McDonald,
Harpers Bizarre,
U.S. Maple,
Porter Ricks,
Interpol,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.