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 Cyprus and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 Excepter to the grunge 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
10cc,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Technova,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed,
Tim Buckley,
Smog,
The Five Americans,
Judy Mowatt,
Metal Thangz,
Scrapy,
Slave,
Clear Light,
Nils Olav,
Bill Near,
Freddie Wadling,
Inner City,
Jeff Lynne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barrington Levy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gun Club,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Electric Prunes,
Essential Logic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Man Parrish,
The Leaves,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Human League,
Marc Almond,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-101,
Steve Hackett,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fad Gadget,
Blossom Toes,
Joey Negro,
Althea and Donna,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kaleidoscope,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Isaac Hayes,
Hardrive,
Cameo,
Joe Finger,
Peter & Gordon,
Don Cherry,
Negative Approach,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
La Düsseldorf,
The Monochrome Set,
Scientists,
The Doobie Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
Mantronix,
Dave Gahan,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.