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 Namibia and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scientists to the techno 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Bananas,
Joe Finger,
Arab on Radar,
B.T. Express,
Lou Reed,
Peter & Gordon,
Zapp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Youth Brigade,
KRS-One,
Roxette,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Zeros,
Todd Terry,
Fatback Band,
Amazonics,
Young Marble Giants,
Chris & Cosey,
Sister Nancy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Interpol,
Spoonie Gee,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bush Tetras,
Bad Manners,
Quando Quango,
Chrome,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ohio Players,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rotary Connection,
Intrusion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oblivians,
Spandau Ballet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Junior Murvin,
PIL,
Scan 7,
This Heat,
Crash Course in Science,
Adolescents,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Drexciya,
Scrapy,
Soulsonic Force,
Simply Red,
Steve Hackett,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marvin Gaye,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quantec,
The Divine Comedy,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cowsills,
Q65,
The Gladiators,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Schoolly D,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.