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 Cape Verde and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 The Cure to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Roger Hodgson,
Rapeman,
Audionom,
Eve St. Jones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soulsonic Force,
The Moody Blues,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brass Construction,
Soft Cell,
Yaz,
The Names,
June of 44,
The Blues Magoos,
Cluster,
Tomorrow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aloha Tigers,
K-Klass,
Lakeside,
Joensuu 1685,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barbara Tucker,
Leonard Cohen,
Bad Manners,
Hoover,
Pussy Galore,
The Smoke,
Funkadelic,
Main Source,
Al Stewart,
The Searchers,
Saccharine Trust,
Desert Stars,
Gang of Four,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Coltrane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radiohead,
Joyce Sims,
Mission of Burma,
Basic Channel,
Stereo Dub,
The Toasters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Drexciya,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Litter,
Dual Sessions,
Quadrant,
Joy Division,
Agitation Free,
Country Teasers,
Minnie Riperton,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deepchord,
Yusef Lateef,
The Red Krayola,
Glambeats Corp.,
Inner City,
Masters at Work,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.