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 Hungary and from New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rapeman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Bang On A Can,
Audionom,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nico,
Television Personalities,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Faust,
Gabor Szabo,
The Moleskins,
Buzzcocks,
Joy Division,
Ultimate Spinach,
Harry Pussy,
Pere Ubu,
Intrusion,
Skriet,
The Vogues,
B.T. Express,
Lou Reed,
Roxy Music,
Stiv Bators,
Cymande,
Blake Baxter,
Crime,
The Tremeloes,
Vainqueur,
The Durutti Column,
Depeche Mode,
the Human League,
Grauzone,
The Birthday Party,
Ituana,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rotary Connection,
Tubeway Army,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deakin,
48th St. Collective,
Camouflage,
Yusef Lateef,
Soulsonic Force,
Easy Going,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wire,
Tom Boy,
F. McDonald,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quantec,
Terry Callier,
Symarip,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roxette,
Pagans,
World's Most,
Cluster,
The Fire Engines,
Ice-T,
The Moody Blues,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.