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 South Africa and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
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 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 Thompson Twins to the disco 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Delon & Dalcan,
Danielle Patucci,
Nils Olav,
Agent Orange,
The Moody Blues,
Black Moon,
The Evens,
48th St. Collective,
Skriet,
Country Teasers,
Scan 7,
Lalo Schifrin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Youth Brigade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fatback Band,
Arab on Radar,
New Order,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Neon Judgement,
Livin' Joy,
Howard Jones,
Flipper,
Dark Day,
Can,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vainqueur,
Scratch Acid,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The United States of America,
Con Funk Shun,
R.M.O.,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultravox,
The Walker Brothers,
Index,
DJ Style,
David Bowie,
Lakeside,
Minny Pops,
MDC,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crash Course in Science,
Rapeman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dead C,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Talk Talk,
Model 500,
Average White Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fad Gadget,
The Vogues,
Freddie Wadling,
Agitation Free,
Eden Ahbez,
The Names,
Fat Boys,
Yellowson,
Mad Mike,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.