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 Syria and from Stockholm.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 The Moody Blues to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sarah Menescal,
Second Layer,
Wolf Eyes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Germs,
Jeff Lynne,
Lalann,
Kenny Larkin,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Remains,
Reuben Wilson,
Visage,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Görl,
Cal Tjader,
X-101,
Minutemen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric Copeland,
The Dead C,
Lakeside,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Simply Red,
Section 25,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Infiniti,
Q65,
The Sonics,
MC5,
the Association,
The Velvet Underground,
The Move,
Lyres,
Ituana,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobby Womack,
Derrick Morgan,
Scientists,
Lucky Dragons,
Agent Orange,
Kas Product,
The Names,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Malaria!,
The Pop Group,
Jacob Miller,
Wasted Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
Michelle Simonal,
Von Mondo,
The Moody Blues,
Alton Ellis,
Depeche Mode,
Lindisfarne,
Marmalade,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.