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 Kuwait and from Copenhagen.
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 Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 Mars to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Black Pus,
Index,
MDC,
Don Cherry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
A Certain Ratio,
Lightning Bolt,
Jandek,
Flash Fearless,
Magma,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yazoo,
Kaleidoscope,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wally Richardson,
Warren Ellis,
Suburban Knight,
The Stooges,
Gerry Rafferty,
Qualms,
Ronnie Foster,
The Five Americans,
Neil Young,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rufus Thomas,
Rosa Yemen,
Delta 5,
Barrington Levy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boogie Down Productions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultra Naté,
Sugar Minott,
Hasil Adkins,
Clear Light,
Ralphi Rosario,
Johnny Clarke,
Alton Ellis,
Infiniti,
Cameo,
Albert Ayler,
New Order,
Smog,
Buzzcocks,
Deadbeat,
The Fire Engines,
Gabor Szabo,
Visage,
Black Sheep,
Organ,
The Mojo Men,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Simply Red,
Soft Cell,
The Modern Lovers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Underground Resistance,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.