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 Montenegro and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the electroclash 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
DJ Sneak,
Amazonics,
Steve Hackett,
The Modern Lovers,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Connie Case,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Delta 5,
Icehouse,
Eurythmics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeff Mills,
Warsaw,
Soulsonic Force,
Thee Headcoats,
The Stooges,
Jeru the Damaja,
Drive Like Jehu,
Television Personalities,
Alphaville,
Ornette Coleman,
Rekid,
The United States of America,
Model 500,
Stetsasonic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roxette,
H. Thieme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marvin Gaye,
Scott Walker,
Accadde A,
Slick Rick,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sound,
Pulsallama,
The American Breed,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soft Cell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Buckinghams,
The Durutti Column,
Cameo,
Eve St. Jones,
John Foxx,
Patti Smith,
Stereo Dub,
Camberwell Now,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.