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 Taipei.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 Wolf Eyes to the electroclash 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Japan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Sheep,
Blossom Toes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Johnny Clarke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rod Modell,
Basic Channel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Todd Rundgren,
F. McDonald,
The Sonics,
Nico,
Sister Nancy,
Cybotron,
Roxy Music,
Monolake,
Rosa Yemen,
Neil Young,
Kool Moe Dee,
David McCallum,
The Gories,
Jacques Brel,
Con Funk Shun,
Ponytail,
The Cramps,
The Cure,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Curtis Mayfield,
JFA,
The Buckinghams,
Symarip,
Cymande,
Moebius,
This Heat,
Nik Kershaw,
Chrome,
The Star Department,
The Barracudas,
FM Einheit,
Masters at Work,
U.S. Maple,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Magma,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crash Course in Science,
Goldenarms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Slits,
Eurythmics,
Au Pairs,
Ultimate Spinach,
These Immortal Souls,
The Victims,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nick Fraelich,
The Pretty Things,
T. Rex,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.