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 Mozambique and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Easy Going to the dance 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ituana,
Little Man,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Buckinghams,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hardrive,
Black Pus,
Sarah Menescal,
The Monks,
The Residents,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Smoke,
Mr. Review,
New York Dolls,
Bill Wells,
Slick Rick,
Yusef Lateef,
Soulsonic Force,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fat Boys,
Slave,
Minutemen,
Kerrie Biddell,
Silicon Teens,
Blake Baxter,
Bill Near,
Deadbeat,
The Angels of Light,
Isaac Hayes,
Dual Sessions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soul II Soul,
Harmonia,
Susan Cadogan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bootsy Collins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rakim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Easy Going,
Clear Light,
Crash Course in Science,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
AZ,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wire,
Second Layer,
Cybotron,
David McCallum,
Harry Pussy,
Jeff Lynne,
Jeff Mills,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Blues Magoos,
Freddie Wadling,
Glenn Branca,
Bauhaus,
a-ha,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DJ Style,
Quantec,
Sparks,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.