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 Uzbekistan and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Stereo Dub to the techno 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Piero Umiliani,
Siglo XX,
Chris Corsano,
Simply Red,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soft Cell,
AZ,
Kurtis Blow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Buzzcocks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
One Last Wish,
The Names,
Yellowson,
The Blackbyrds,
Boredoms,
H. Thieme,
New Order,
The Zeros,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Althea and Donna,
Mantronix,
The Martian,
Altered Images,
The Divine Comedy,
Groovy Waters,
Camouflage,
Subhumans,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Iggy Pop,
Joey Negro,
Mandrill,
Talk Talk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pantaleimon,
The Searchers,
The Residents,
Procol Harum,
Royal Trux,
the Association,
Ice-T,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cal Tjader,
the Fania All-Stars,
Colin Newman,
Deadbeat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare,
KRS-One,
Isaac Hayes,
New York Dolls,
the Germs,
Roger Hodgson,
LL Cool J,
Man Parrish,
Black Bananas,
Henry Cow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.