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 Vanuatu and from Manila.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bad Manners to the grunge 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Hashim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Slick Rick,
New York Dolls,
The Motions,
Zapp,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Womack,
Ralphi Rosario,
Colin Newman,
Lindisfarne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Peter and Kerry,
Lower 48,
Black Bananas,
Zero Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amon Düül,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeff Lynne,
Essential Logic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flamin' Groovies,
L. Decosne,
Neu!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Offenders,
Isaac Hayes,
Albert Ayler,
Bill Wells,
the Fania All-Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yazoo,
Flipper,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Selecter,
Max Romeo,
Moby Grape,
the Soft Cell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tres Demented,
The Index,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Panda Bear,
Piero Umiliani,
EPMD,
Delta 5,
H. Thieme,
Organ,
Sam Rivers,
Harmonia,
Byron Stingily,
Marc Almond,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tubeway Army,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Raincoats,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.