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 Oman and from Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Robert Palmer 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 Sound Behaviour to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
cv313,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flash Fearless,
The Fall,
Faraquet,
Ossler,
Barrington Levy,
Stetsasonic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brothers Johnson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Patti Smith,
Newcleus,
The Monks,
the Bar-Kays,
ABBA,
a-ha,
the Association,
The Birthday Party,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Buckinghams,
Chrome,
Black Bananas,
Scientists,
Al Stewart,
Pere Ubu,
T.S.O.L.,
Tomorrow,
Pantaleimon,
The Count Five,
Piero Umiliani,
Terry Callier,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Animal Collective,
John Cale,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Christie,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New York Dolls,
Don Cherry,
The Barracudas,
Kaleidoscope,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Misunderstood,
Tubeway Army,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Görl,
The Real Kids,
Sun City Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
E-Dancer,
Sex Pistols,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Human League,
Duran Duran,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lyres,
The Red Krayola,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.