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 Vanuatu and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Christie,
Malaria!,
Andrew Hill,
LL Cool J,
Marvin Gaye,
The Remains,
Aloha Tigers,
Terrestrial Tones,
KRS-One,
Black Pus,
Leonard Cohen,
The Associates,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scientists,
Hot Snakes,
a-ha,
The Red Krayola,
Todd Rundgren,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter & Gordon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Neil Young,
Sonic Youth,
Mad Mike,
Howard Jones,
Roger Hodgson,
Piero Umiliani,
June Days,
The Dirtbombs,
These Immortal Souls,
Graham Central Station,
Bill Wells,
Davy DMX,
Outsiders,
The J.B.'s,
Swell Maps,
The Grass Roots,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bush Tetras,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare,
Crooked Eye,
Scan 7,
Quantec,
Pole,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fugazi,
Morten Harket,
8 Eyed Spy,
Icehouse,
Qualms,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brick,
Massinfluence,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.