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 Togo and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 ABBA to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Newcleus,
Rod Modell,
Colin Newman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Searchers,
Junior Murvin,
China Crisis,
Dawn Penn,
Mr. Review,
Amon Düül,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rites of Spring,
Agitation Free,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Unrelated Segments,
Swans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Byron Stingily,
John Holt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scan 7,
Unwound,
Pantaleimon,
Sugar Minott,
a-ha,
Bluetip,
T. Rex,
K-Klass,
Cymande,
Section 25,
Jandek,
Groovy Waters,
Black Bananas,
Rosa Yemen,
Popol Vuh,
Barclay James Harvest,
kango's stein massive,
Deadbeat,
Quando Quango,
Fluxion,
The Sonics,
James White and The Blacks,
The Velvet Underground,
Piero Umiliani,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Names,
EPMD,
Tears for Fears,
The Angels of Light,
Drexciya,
X-102,
Wasted Youth,
Eurythmics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Main Source,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Carl Craig,
Andrew Hill,
Bob Dylan,
Graham Central Station,
L. Decosne,
Blancmange,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.