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 Ghana and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Scratch Acid to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Excepter,
Tubeway Army,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Bananas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultravox,
Mantronix,
The Modern Lovers,
Massinfluence,
New Order,
Easy Going,
AZ,
Goldenarms,
Spandau Ballet,
a-ha,
Zapp,
Groovy Waters,
Technova,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scan 7,
Sällskapet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Con Funk Shun,
X-Ray Spex,
Dawn Penn,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Wyatt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Victims,
Delon & Dalcan,
Organ,
The Happenings,
Tres Demented,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ituana,
Matthew Bourne,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Christie,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radio Birdman,
New Age Steppers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Newcleus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minnie Riperton,
Arthur Verocai,
Archie Shepp,
LL Cool J,
Television Personalities,
PIL,
Flamin' Groovies,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Anthony Braxton,
Nick Fraelich,
Roxette,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Funky Four + One,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.