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 Sri Lanka and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arcadia,
Cybotron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Funkadelic,
Chrome,
Dark Day,
Interpol,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric Dolphy,
Eli Mardock,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stiv Bators,
Ronan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
The Music Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Desert Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sister Nancy,
Thompson Twins,
The Litter,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cosmic Jokers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
MDC,
Nik Kershaw,
Bluetip,
Popol Vuh,
Public Enemy,
Sällskapet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ohio Players,
Ice-T,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crime,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barclay James Harvest,
Malaria!,
Nick Fraelich,
Saccharine Trust,
Faraquet,
The Golliwogs,
The Residents,
Sight & Sound,
Das Ding,
Quadrant,
Agent Orange,
Scratch Acid,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Görl,
Angry Samoans,
Godley & Creme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New Age Steppers,
Basic Channel,
The Remains,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.