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 Jordan 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roger Hodgson,
L. Decosne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roy Ayers,
Barry Ungar,
Funkadelic,
Magazine,
Chris Corsano,
Sonny Sharrock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Connie Case,
Aural Exciters,
The Toasters,
Moss Icon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Swell Maps,
Bronski Beat,
Sparks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Television Personalities,
Lower 48,
Skriet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scratch Acid,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Johnny Clarke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
China Crisis,
The Evens,
the Bar-Kays,
Sandy B,
Brass Construction,
Camouflage,
The Leaves,
In Retrospect,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Davy DMX,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Swans,
Television,
The Neon Judgement,
Scientists,
Sound Behaviour,
Duran Duran,
Suburban Knight,
Arthur Verocai,
Altered Images,
Steve Hackett,
Crooked Eye,
the Germs,
The Fuzztones,
Scan 7,
The Wake,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Can,
Slick Rick,
Eden Ahbez,
Tubeway Army,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.