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 Malaysia and from New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 The Knickerbockers 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Marc Almond,
Sugar Minott,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Real Kids,
Joy Division,
Roy Ayers,
Nick Fraelich,
Y Pants,
OOIOO,
Au Pairs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Faust,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camberwell Now,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun City Girls,
MC5,
Black Moon,
Severed Heads,
Supertramp,
The Evens,
Flipper,
Scientists,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Von Mondo,
Surgeon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Sherman,
The Music Machine,
Parry Music,
DJ Sneak,
Liliput,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Young Rascals,
Roxy Music,
The Residents,
Yaz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rapeman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rod Modell,
Man Parrish,
Rites of Spring,
Simply Red,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Byrd,
Lindisfarne,
T. Rex,
Aloha Tigers,
John Foxx,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.