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 Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Holger Czukay 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the jazz 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jacob Miller,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ten City,
Lou Christie,
Gichy Dan,
Model 500,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Reuben Wilson,
The Victims,
X-101,
Average White Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joyce Sims,
Danielle Patucci,
Pierre Henry,
Kayak,
Althea and Donna,
Pere Ubu,
Iggy Pop,
Bad Manners,
The United States of America,
Porter Ricks,
Donny Hathaway,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wally Richardson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terry Callier,
Soulsonic Force,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kas Product,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harry Pussy,
Chrome,
The Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Aloha Tigers,
Brothers Johnson,
The Skatalites,
EPMD,
A Certain Ratio,
Max Romeo,
The Music Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
cv313,
Rakim,
Neil Young,
Echospace,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Zero Boys,
Suicide,
Junior Murvin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.