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 Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Depeche Mode to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Vogues,
Eric Dolphy,
Sugar Minott,
Deakin,
Tomorrow,
Visage,
Depeche Mode,
Qualms,
The Cramps,
Arthur Verocai,
The Names,
The Evens,
Q and Not U,
Intrusion,
June of 44,
Matthew Halsall,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joe Finger,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Germs,
Pantytec,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Darondo,
kango's stein massive,
Hasil Adkins,
Newcleus,
Royal Trux,
Dave Gahan,
Wings,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Au Pairs,
cv313,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Sherman,
Buzzcocks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pere Ubu,
Shoche,
Unwound,
Bobby Byrd,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Motions,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Moody Blues,
Bob Dylan,
The New Christs,
MC5,
Circle Jerks,
Althea and Donna,
Yaz,
DJ Style,
Mr. Review,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Prince Buster,
Barbara Tucker,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.