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 Honduras and from Paris.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Delon & Dalcan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultravox,
Amazonics,
a-ha,
Minny Pops,
The Modern Lovers,
The Monks,
Pierre Henry,
Dark Day,
The Sound,
Bill Near,
FM Einheit,
Arcadia,
Amon Düül,
Yaz,
R.M.O.,
Wolf Eyes,
Judy Mowatt,
Ice-T,
Fugazi,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bauhaus,
Marine Girls,
Terry Callier,
Erykah Badu,
Yusef Lateef,
Roger Hodgson,
Davy DMX,
The Fortunes,
kango's stein massive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barry Ungar,
Can,
Con Funk Shun,
Dave Gahan,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gap Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Easy Going,
Loose Ends,
Sugar Minott,
Alison Limerick,
Deepchord,
MC5,
Max Romeo,
Leonard Cohen,
The Music Machine,
Television Personalities,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Spandau Ballet,
Prince Buster,
Juan Atkins,
Intrusion,
Johnny Clarke,
Wings,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dawn Penn,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Newcleus,
Desert Stars,
Echospace,
Cheater Slicks,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.