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 Denmark and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
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 oboe 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Skatalites,
The Residents,
Kas Product,
T. Rex,
Darondo,
Lou Christie,
Max Romeo,
Negative Approach,
Yazoo,
Unwound,
The Dirtbombs,
Depeche Mode,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minor Threat,
Bang On A Can,
X-102,
Model 500,
Scratch Acid,
Kaleidoscope,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Trojans,
The Toasters,
JFA,
Suicide,
The Happenings,
Pere Ubu,
Chrome,
The Cramps,
Alphaville,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Carl Craig,
Swans,
Crime,
Theoretical Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stiv Bators,
Kerri Chandler,
Talk Talk,
Blancmange,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
a-ha,
Dead Boys,
The Star Department,
Todd Terry,
Harmonia,
Fear,
Amon Düül,
The Young Rascals,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joe Finger,
Ludus,
Flipper,
The Blackbyrds,
Audionom,
Black Sheep,
Matthew Bourne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hardrive,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.