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 Morocco and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Ituana to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bronski Beat,
The Vogues,
Underground Resistance,
The Black Dice,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tears for Fears,
The Offenders,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Byrd,
Matthew Bourne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric Copeland,
Dawn Penn,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amon Düül II,
Joe Smooth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blancmange,
Carl Craig,
The Litter,
John Holt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nils Olav,
Agitation Free,
The Dave Clark Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eurythmics,
Marvin Gaye,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Moody Blues,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Swans,
Peter and Kerry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aswad,
U.S. Maple,
Black Moon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Silicon Teens,
ABBA,
The United States of America,
Deadbeat,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Star Department,
Freddie Wadling,
Harpers Bizarre,
New York Dolls,
Kerri Chandler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Buzzcocks,
Public Enemy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Niagra,
Vladislav Delay,
Magazine,
EPMD,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.