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 Singapore and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the dance 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Piero Umiliani,
The Misunderstood,
X-Ray Spex,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Slits,
Delon & Dalcan,
Livin' Joy,
Skriet,
The Moody Blues,
The Cramps,
Dorothy Ashby,
Infiniti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eli Mardock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Young Marble Giants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
48th St. Collective,
the Association,
Mars,
The Evens,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Howard Jones,
Excepter,
Lungfish,
Can,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vladislav Delay,
Cheater Slicks,
New York Dolls,
Los Fastidios,
Malaria!,
The Flesh Eaters,
Patti Smith,
Ohio Players,
Warren Ellis,
Yusef Lateef,
Youth Brigade,
Robert Wyatt,
Electric Prunes,
Trumans Water,
Joey Negro,
The Last Poets,
Dark Day,
Fluxion,
Circle Jerks,
Leonard Cohen,
Ossler,
Suburban Knight,
Quadrant,
Scion,
Ituana,
Nico,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neu!,
Lakeside,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Human League,
Kayak,
MDC,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.