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 Ghana and from London.
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 Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 Hoover to the crunk 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Janne Schatter,
Gang of Four,
Prince Buster,
Bush Tetras,
The Zeros,
Symarip,
Yaz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nico,
Pere Ubu,
Howard Jones,
Radio Birdman,
Dawn Penn,
Mantronix,
Amon Düül II,
Reagan Youth,
Stiv Bators,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brass Construction,
Model 500,
Godley & Creme,
Y Pants,
Marc Almond,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moss Icon,
Brothers Johnson,
The Smoke,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mandrill,
Yellowson,
Niagra,
The Buckinghams,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Bar-Kays,
Buzzcocks,
The Count Five,
Guru Guru,
The Techniques,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lungfish,
the Soft Cell,
Shoche,
The Divine Comedy,
John Coltrane,
Unwound,
Infiniti,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Blackbyrds,
Donald Byrd,
The Kinks,
The Litter,
AZ,
Ken Boothe,
Blancmange,
Essential Logic,
Motorama,
Quadrant,
the Association,
Erykah Badu,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.