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 Nigeria and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
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 Robert Palmer 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 Circle Jerks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
T.S.O.L.,
Reagan Youth,
Sonic Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang of Four,
Kayak,
KRS-One,
Camberwell Now,
Smog,
Mission of Burma,
Bootsy Collins,
Jesper Dahlback,
T. Rex,
Boredoms,
The Toasters,
Average White Band,
Adolescents,
Livin' Joy,
John Coltrane,
X-Ray Spex,
Joey Negro,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Smoke,
Brothers Johnson,
Lower 48,
Cal Tjader,
The Music Machine,
Urselle,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soft Cell,
David McCallum,
Porter Ricks,
Accadde A,
Moss Icon,
Godley & Creme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Symarip,
This Heat,
Deakin,
kango's stein massive,
The Associates,
The Tremeloes,
The Zeros,
Eric Dolphy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Normal,
The Monks,
Crooked Eye,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fatback Band,
Robert Görl,
Hot Snakes,
The Blackbyrds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
K-Klass,
Man Parrish,
Sound Behaviour,
Quantec,
Mo-Dettes,
Davy DMX,
Sixth Finger,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.