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 Liberia and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 Bauhaus to the rock 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
The Vogues,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Modern Lovers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wings,
the Fania All-Stars,
CMW,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Pretty Things,
Cal Tjader,
Yazoo,
Susan Cadogan,
the Soft Cell,
Y Pants,
Quando Quango,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fugazi,
Carl Craig,
Tommy Roe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Trumans Water,
X-Ray Spex,
The Red Krayola,
The Fall,
Sister Nancy,
Lindisfarne,
Subhumans,
X-102,
Depeche Mode,
Cameo,
Cymande,
The Real Kids,
June Days,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sex Pistols,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
PIL,
Joy Division,
ABC,
the Swans,
The Skatalites,
Tres Demented,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Kinks,
Andrew Hill,
The Buckinghams,
Echospace,
Blake Baxter,
Bluetip,
Sight & Sound,
Warren Ellis,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fire Engines,
Dennis Brown,
Oblivians,
Cheater Slicks,
Marvin Gaye,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Pop Group,
Radiohead,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.