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 Bhutan and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Misunderstood to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Pet Shop Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Rapeman,
Animal Collective,
World's Most,
Faust,
Johnny Osbourne,
Subhumans,
Lakeside,
Mad Mike,
New Order,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Byrd,
Reuben Wilson,
John Holt,
Ultimate Spinach,
a-ha,
Panda Bear,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thee Headcoats,
Todd Terry,
The Velvet Underground,
The Index,
Yaz,
Sparks,
The Techniques,
Crime,
Magazine,
Alison Limerick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Invisible,
The Neon Judgement,
Nik Kershaw,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
MC5,
The Cramps,
CMW,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
L. Decosne,
Colin Newman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aswad,
Section 25,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gories,
Underground Resistance,
Fad Gadget,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Moebius,
Y Pants,
Camouflage,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Motorama,
The Star Department,
Monks,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.