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 Serbia and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Lindisfarne to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Bad Manners,
The Barracudas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barbara Tucker,
Dave Gahan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Green,
Main Source,
Eden Ahbez,
Accadde A,
Ponytail,
The Kinks,
Theoretical Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bauhaus,
Model 500,
Aswad,
Hardrive,
Man Parrish,
The New Christs,
Desert Stars,
Q65,
The Martian,
Sonic Youth,
K-Klass,
Freddie Wadling,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Hood,
F. McDonald,
Heaven 17,
Wasted Youth,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Sherman,
Tom Boy,
Erasure,
Blancmange,
Amon Düül II,
World's Most,
The Leaves,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sight & Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Moss Icon,
Agent Orange,
The Invisible,
One Last Wish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alton Ellis,
Harmonia,
Zero Boys,
Duran Duran,
Fat Boys,
Bluetip,
John Foxx,
Radio Birdman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ornette Coleman,
Fela Kuti,
The Smoke,
Rakim,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.