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 Liberia and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Buckinghams to the crunk 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
The Zeros,
Suburban Knight,
Siglo XX,
Marine Girls,
Audionom,
Main Source,
Tommy Roe,
The Barracudas,
Duran Duran,
Rosa Yemen,
Fatback Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Nick Fraelich,
The Durutti Column,
Black Flag,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Masters at Work,
The Fugs,
Archie Shepp,
The Victims,
James White and The Blacks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Y Pants,
Cheater Slicks,
Kayak,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pagans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fluxion,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Searchers,
Warsaw,
Josef K,
Glambeats Corp.,
Monolake,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minnie Riperton,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ituana,
The Slits,
Thee Headcoats,
The Martian,
Man Parrish,
Darondo,
Qualms,
Crooked Eye,
A Certain Ratio,
Quando Quango,
The Moody Blues,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harry Pussy,
Ultra Naté,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Doors,
Mad Mike,
Toni Rubio,
The Star Department,
Byron Stingily,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.