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 Sweden and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Section 25 to the disco 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Sixth Finger,
Quadrant,
Lungfish,
Duran Duran,
Mark Hollis,
The Stooges,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ice-T,
Intrusion,
Skaos,
Guru Guru,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Busters,
The Offenders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brick,
Negative Approach,
Fad Gadget,
Zapp,
Schoolly D,
Infiniti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mary Jane Girls,
Urselle,
Sound Behaviour,
Deadbeat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Max Romeo,
the Bar-Kays,
Country Teasers,
Jacob Miller,
Tomorrow,
Aswad,
Depeche Mode,
Laurel Aitken,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-102,
Piero Umiliani,
Flash Fearless,
Audionom,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roxy Music,
Barclay James Harvest,
Morten Harket,
The Star Department,
Eli Mardock,
Lindisfarne,
Tres Demented,
10cc,
New Age Steppers,
Khruangbin,
kango's stein massive,
Rhythm & Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
B.T. Express,
The Doors,
Crime,
Lyres,
Boz Scaggs,
Deakin,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.