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 Slovenia and from Bologna.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 cv313 to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins 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?
Howard Jones,
Soft Machine,
The Pop Group,
Make Up,
The Cramps,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Matthew Bourne,
Marine Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
UT,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
Joyce Sims,
Curtis Mayfield,
Derrick May,
Theoretical Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Doors,
Dark Day,
Guru Guru,
Technova,
New Age Steppers,
Mandrill,
Rhythm & Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Shoche,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Neon Judgement,
Skriet,
Audionom,
Pussy Galore,
Peter & Gordon,
Ken Boothe,
Sun Ra,
Suburban Knight,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lower 48,
Eric Copeland,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fat Boys,
Pylon,
Neu!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jandek,
Siglo XX,
The Toasters,
Ultravox,
Steve Hackett,
Pere Ubu,
L. Decosne,
Oblivians,
The Residents,
One Last Wish,
Robert Hood,
Intrusion,
Pole,
The Vogues,
Juan Atkins,
Talk Talk,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.