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 Andorra and from Johannesburg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Delta 5 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Reuben Wilson,
Gabor Szabo,
Faust,
Flamin' Groovies,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eddi Front,
Joyce Sims,
Lee Hazlewood,
Al Stewart,
The Doors,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Josef K,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cluster,
Moby Grape,
Jeff Lynne,
Letta Mbulu,
The Victims,
The Fortunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Birthday Party,
Brothers Johnson,
Excepter,
Donald Byrd,
Patti Smith,
Max Romeo,
Chrome,
Laurel Aitken,
Bush Tetras,
Colin Newman,
Mad Mike,
Quadrant,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vainqueur,
The Cramps,
Fugazi,
Index,
Eric Dolphy,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Moon,
Peter and Kerry,
Jawbox,
Alton Ellis,
Judy Mowatt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
AZ,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wally Richardson,
Au Pairs,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-101,
Scrapy,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.