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 Armenia 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 One Last Wish to the electroclash 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Inner City,
Rakim,
Josef K,
Funkadelic,
The Leaves,
Cluster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stiv Bators,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter and Kerry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Duran Duran,
Severed Heads,
Dead Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Schoolly D,
The Modern Lovers,
Wolf Eyes,
Aloha Tigers,
Audionom,
Ponytail,
Gang of Four,
Loose Ends,
ABBA,
The Dirtbombs,
T.S.O.L.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Con Funk Shun,
Nirvana,
Pantaleimon,
The Fuzztones,
Public Enemy,
The Standells,
MDC,
The Invisible,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minor Threat,
Carl Craig,
Cheater Slicks,
Anthony Braxton,
Electric Prunes,
Scrapy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Model 500,
Excepter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Outsiders,
Davy DMX,
Qualms,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dark Day,
Glenn Branca,
Joe Smooth,
Jerry's Kids,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pylon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fortunes,
The Monks,
Neu!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.