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 Latvia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the oboe 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 Bronski Beat to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Monks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Depeche Mode,
Joe Finger,
Gang Starr,
Alison Limerick,
The Happenings,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Residents,
The Doors,
the Swans,
Barbara Tucker,
Saccharine Trust,
The Barracudas,
The Gories,
Magma,
Morten Harket,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mantronix,
Symarip,
Metal Thangz,
Blossom Toes,
The Slackers,
New Age Steppers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brass Construction,
Maleditus Sound,
World's Most,
Kas Product,
The Offenders,
Rakim,
Bronski Beat,
The Golliwogs,
Deadbeat,
One Last Wish,
OOIOO,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Remains,
Leonard Cohen,
Country Teasers,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Reed,
Urselle,
Ultravox,
Gichy Dan,
Yellowson,
Hot Snakes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minnie Riperton,
Buzzcocks,
Soul II Soul,
Gong,
Brick,
Mission of Burma,
Idris Muhammad,
Amon Düül,
Thompson Twins,
Prince Buster,
Steve Hackett,
Funkadelic,
Danielle Patucci,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.