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 Latvia and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ice-T,
Ultra Naté,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Move,
The Searchers,
The Zeros,
Boredoms,
Ituana,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DJ Style,
Reuben Wilson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jacob Miller,
Soft Cell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pierre Henry,
Nik Kershaw,
B.T. Express,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harry Pussy,
Junior Murvin,
Au Pairs,
Colin Newman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Public Enemy,
The Associates,
Dawn Penn,
Average White Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Nas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Albert Ayler,
John Coltrane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mantronix,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scientists,
Susan Cadogan,
Agent Orange,
ABBA,
Oblivians,
Yazoo,
Rosa Yemen,
Joey Negro,
Basic Channel,
Sarah Menescal,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Doobie Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
Sun Ra,
Kerri Chandler,
Tres Demented,
Alice Coltrane,
Fluxion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.