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 Australia 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Porter Ricks to the punk 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Derrick Morgan,
Y Pants,
Marine Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Laurel Aitken,
David McCallum,
The Dead C,
New Age Steppers,
The Young Rascals,
Soft Cell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mark Hollis,
Erasure,
Schoolly D,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Funky Four + One,
Black Moon,
Masters at Work,
Deadbeat,
Con Funk Shun,
Hardrive,
Visage,
Oblivians,
Graham Central Station,
The Human League,
The Shadows of Knight,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scan 7,
Erykah Badu,
E-Dancer,
Prince Buster,
Alison Limerick,
Little Man,
Soft Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Au Pairs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amazonics,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeff Lynne,
Rotary Connection,
Japan,
Babytalk,
Lindisfarne,
ABBA,
The Wake,
The Doors,
Mission of Burma,
Tubeway Army,
The Count Five,
Porter Ricks,
The Barracudas,
Bronski Beat,
Fat Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Bill Wells,
Max Romeo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Guru Guru,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.