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 Madagascar and from Lagos.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 FM Einheit to the jazz 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lightning Bolt,
Smog,
Television,
Jeff Lynne,
Byron Stingily,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wire,
Kurtis Blow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Colin Newman,
Technova,
Deakin,
The Pretty Things,
JFA,
Sight & Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Porter Ricks,
T. Rex,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang of Four,
Gerry Rafferty,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fugazi,
Suicide,
Inner City,
Depeche Mode,
Alison Limerick,
OOIOO,
Kenny Larkin,
Bronski Beat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terrestrial Tones,
New Order,
Hoover,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
La Düsseldorf,
The Doors,
Bootsy Collins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
K-Klass,
Pylon,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scott Walker,
Peter and Kerry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pantytec,
Rosa Yemen,
Roxy Music,
Lalann,
Wally Richardson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Prince Buster,
The Slits,
FM Einheit,
kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive.
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.