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 Uganda and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 David Bowie 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 Connie Case to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
FM Einheit,
Mark Hollis,
Nirvana,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeff Lynne,
Bill Wells,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Matthew Bourne,
Shoche,
Y Pants,
The Gun Club,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
Average White Band,
Pussy Galore,
Lyres,
Visage,
The Trojans,
Robert Görl,
Erykah Badu,
Angry Samoans,
Outsiders,
Hashim,
The Seeds,
Oblivians,
Mo-Dettes,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott Heron,
Model 500,
Quando Quango,
The Searchers,
the Association,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neil Young,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bronski Beat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Henry Cow,
Wally Richardson,
DNA,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fat Boys,
Brass Construction,
Nick Fraelich,
Funkadelic,
Accadde A,
Electric Prunes,
Bush Tetras,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Human League,
One Last Wish,
Suburban Knight,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mr. Review,
Brick,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fire Engines,
KRS-One,
Soft Cell,
The Last Poets,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.