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 Guinea-Bissau and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the grunge 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Kayak,
The Human League,
Ohio Players,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Human League,
Ultravox,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gap Band,
Boredoms,
Angry Samoans,
Parry Music,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
B.T. Express,
China Crisis,
Bad Manners,
Porter Ricks,
The Birthday Party,
cv313,
Lalann,
Joensuu 1685,
The Skatalites,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
One Last Wish,
Sun City Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Yellowson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Theoretical Girls,
The Index,
Au Pairs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harpers Bizarre,
Can,
LL Cool J,
Gang of Four,
Bill Near,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Victims,
The Mummies,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soulsonic Force,
Japan,
Soft Machine,
Monolake,
Essential Logic,
Sixth Finger,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mojo Men,
T. Rex,
Groovy Waters,
Kurtis Blow,
Youth Brigade,
Supertramp,
Suicide,
KRS-One,
Thompson Twins,
The Gun Club,
Ossler,
Chrome,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.