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 South Africa and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 Unrelated Segments to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Goldenarms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Young Marble Giants,
Schoolly D,
The Move,
Judy Mowatt,
Outsiders,
Iggy Pop,
Sixth Finger,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Average White Band,
Marmalade,
New Order,
The Selecter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Malaria!,
Unwound,
Chrome,
Erasure,
The Raincoats,
The Associates,
Whodini,
Roxette,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bronski Beat,
Minutemen,
Rufus Thomas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camberwell Now,
Carl Craig,
Sparks,
Cluster,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed,
The Sonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
UT,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hot Snakes,
Mars,
Stiv Bators,
China Crisis,
Derrick Morgan,
Sam Rivers,
The Golliwogs,
Glenn Branca,
Byron Stingily,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Pus,
Sugar Minott,
JFA,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lungfish,
Public Enemy,
the Bar-Kays,
The Smiths,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Coltrane,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.