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 Liberia and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Roxette to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Rosa Yemen,
Graham Central Station,
The Gories,
Janne Schatter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Technova,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harry Pussy,
Magma,
Angry Samoans,
Dead Boys,
Unwound,
Spoonie Gee,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eurythmics,
Niagra,
The Remains,
Quadrant,
Y Pants,
The Last Poets,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Q and Not U,
Skaos,
The Leaves,
Deepchord,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter & Gordon,
Fad Gadget,
The Dirtbombs,
the Slits,
The Stooges,
Pagans,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fortunes,
The Durutti Column,
The Neon Judgement,
Reuben Wilson,
Neil Young,
Wire,
Von Mondo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aural Exciters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scott Walker,
Babytalk,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Angels of Light,
Idris Muhammad,
Kevin Saunderson,
Danielle Patucci,
The Beau Brummels,
Ituana,
Minnie Riperton,
Quantec,
X-101,
One Last Wish,
Blancmange,
Johnny Clarke,
John Foxx,
The Gladiators,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.