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 Solomon Islands and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin 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 The Sound to the rock 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Eric Dolphy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Howard Jones,
Mantronix,
The Fortunes,
Mandrill,
Derrick May,
Model 500,
Jawbox,
Cal Tjader,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crooked Eye,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Japan,
L. Decosne,
Yellowson,
Lucky Dragons,
Sight & Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Section 25,
Nick Fraelich,
Nik Kershaw,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Green,
The Saints,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Delta 5,
Ultra Naté,
Eddi Front,
DNA,
Ultravox,
Chrome,
Sun City Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grey Daturas,
Janne Schatter,
The Grass Roots,
The Golliwogs,
Byron Stingily,
Bill Near,
Inner City,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pantytec,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alphaville,
The Searchers,
Main Source,
X-Ray Spex,
Pulsallama,
Bill Wells,
Depeche Mode,
The Shadows of Knight,
Niagra,
Fatback Band,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.