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 Ghana and from Calgary.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mad Mike to the dance 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Jacques Brel,
Harry Pussy,
The Monks,
Gichy Dan,
Hoover,
The Busters,
Andrew Hill,
B.T. Express,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neu!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Todd Terry,
Aural Exciters,
The Cramps,
Dual Sessions,
Altered Images,
Cal Tjader,
Gregory Isaacs,
These Immortal Souls,
The Evens,
John Lydon,
Minny Pops,
Simply Red,
Kenny Larkin,
Bronski Beat,
X-101,
Sight & Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
New Order,
Susan Cadogan,
PIL,
The United States of America,
The Birthday Party,
Fad Gadget,
Deepchord,
Man Eating Sloth,
Erasure,
Barbara Tucker,
The Pop Group,
Buzzcocks,
AZ,
Lou Reed,
Audionom,
Jacob Miller,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Trumans Water,
a-ha,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Q and Not U,
Robert Hood,
Scott Walker,
Robert Görl,
Nils Olav,
Sonic Youth,
Silicon Teens,
David Bowie,
New Age Steppers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.