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 Mali and from Edmonton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 Saints to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Michelle Simonal,
Oblivians,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Todd Terry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blossom Toes,
Newcleus,
Mantronix,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Reagan Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
June Days,
X-102,
Deepchord,
Harmonia,
CMW,
Kerri Chandler,
Lyres,
Crime,
Janne Schatter,
EPMD,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quando Quango,
Max Romeo,
Rod Modell,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang of Four,
Banda Bassotti,
The Mojo Men,
Boredoms,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Cale,
Duran Duran,
Porter Ricks,
Unrelated Segments,
Soul II Soul,
Joe Finger,
Howard Jones,
Severed Heads,
Erykah Badu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sugar Minott,
Ossler,
The Happenings,
Sight & Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Standells,
Warren Ellis,
Negative Approach,
H. Thieme,
Roy Ayers,
Prince Buster,
Icehouse,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Red Krayola,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
B.T. Express,
Stetsasonic,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.