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 Korea South and from Delhi.
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 Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Davy DMX to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Accadde A,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hot Snakes,
Pulsallama,
Jeff Lynne,
The Golliwogs,
Goldenarms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mantronix,
The Fire Engines,
Rekid,
The Real Kids,
Ronnie Foster,
Tubeway Army,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Kinks,
The Remains,
Ponytail,
Icehouse,
The Cure,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Prince Buster,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minnie Riperton,
Television,
Dennis Brown,
Soul II Soul,
Anakelly,
The Music Machine,
Joey Negro,
The Monks,
Yellowson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
10cc,
Judy Mowatt,
Deepchord,
Magma,
JFA,
The American Breed,
Fat Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Divine Comedy,
One Last Wish,
John Cale,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sight & Sound,
The Last Poets,
Pere Ubu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wire,
The Wake,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yusef Lateef,
Quantec,
the Human League,
Traffic Nightmare,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cowsills,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.