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 Croatia and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Model 500 to the electroclash 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Mantronix,
Susan Cadogan,
X-101,
Arthur Verocai,
The Residents,
One Last Wish,
ABC,
Technova,
David Bowie,
Max Romeo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mission of Burma,
Sonic Youth,
the Human League,
Funky Four + One,
Quando Quango,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
D'Angelo,
World's Most,
The Litter,
Moby Grape,
Black Sheep,
Banda Bassotti,
Audionom,
Roxette,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Q65,
Procol Harum,
Curtis Mayfield,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
LL Cool J,
Scratch Acid,
Chris & Cosey,
Brick,
Pole,
Blake Baxter,
Unwound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chris Corsano,
Ultra Naté,
Drexciya,
Altered Images,
The Doors,
Henry Cow,
Camouflage,
Camberwell Now,
The Pretty Things,
Nick Fraelich,
Gerry Rafferty,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Essential Logic,
The Barracudas,
Mr. Review,
Robert Görl,
B.T. Express,
Babytalk,
Joensuu 1685,
The Skatalites,
The Moody Blues,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.