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 Vietnam and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the guitar 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 Traffic Nightmare to the disco 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
The Blackbyrds,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gap Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
B.T. Express,
Janne Schatter,
Little Man,
Pierre Henry,
The Fugs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Godley & Creme,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eurythmics,
Niagra,
Radio Birdman,
Visage,
Television Personalities,
The Selecter,
JFA,
Flamin' Groovies,
Outsiders,
The Angels of Light,
Hashim,
The Dead C,
Sixth Finger,
Marvin Gaye,
John Lydon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Electric Prunes,
Angry Samoans,
Animal Collective,
The Names,
The Fuzztones,
Derrick Morgan,
The Misunderstood,
Stockholm Monsters,
Underground Resistance,
the Slits,
Con Funk Shun,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pylon,
Quando Quango,
The Seeds,
Johnny Osbourne,
PIL,
Dorothy Ashby,
Y Pants,
The Litter,
Skarface,
Surgeon,
ABBA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.