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 Sri Lanka and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
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 808 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 Mantronix to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Aural Exciters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Flipper,
Funky Four + One,
Circle Jerks,
Eric Dolphy,
These Immortal Souls,
Harry Pussy,
The Searchers,
Flash Fearless,
Aaron Thompson,
The Techniques,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Maleditus Sound,
Ice-T,
the Soft Cell,
DNA,
Blancmange,
Youth Brigade,
Juan Atkins,
Tears for Fears,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Offenders,
Jandek,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Real Kids,
Drexciya,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bush Tetras,
Saccharine Trust,
Pylon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Victims,
Subhumans,
New York Dolls,
Livin' Joy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Index,
The Tremeloes,
D'Angelo,
Urselle,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ornette Coleman,
Tim Buckley,
Aswad,
Fad Gadget,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pulsallama,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Moleskins,
Liliput,
Reagan Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.