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 Equatorial Guinea and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the techno 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Davy DMX,
Spoonie Gee,
Fat Boys,
Duran Duran,
James White and The Blacks,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Christie,
Eurythmics,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Skatalites,
The Doors,
The Golliwogs,
Kenny Larkin,
Echospace,
Althea and Donna,
Minutemen,
Agent Orange,
Ultravox,
Sex Pistols,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Foxx,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
R.M.O.,
Crash Course in Science,
PIL,
Sam Rivers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harmonia,
Simply Red,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
cv313,
June of 44,
Grauzone,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeff Mills,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Black Dice,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mission of Burma,
Kayak,
Crime,
Mr. Review,
Marc Almond,
Shoche,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Sherman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Basic Channel,
The Misunderstood,
June Days,
Moss Icon,
Clear Light,
Marcia Griffiths,
Toni Rubio,
The Raincoats,
UT,
Ponytail,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Monolake,
The Durutti Column,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.