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 Montenegro 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jesper Dahlback,
Duran Duran,
Delta 5,
The Leaves,
Patti Smith,
Archie Shepp,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hasil Adkins,
Joe Smooth,
Donald Byrd,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Television,
Albert Ayler,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Görl,
Bronski Beat,
Lalo Schifrin,
L. Decosne,
Basic Channel,
Ronnie Foster,
Eden Ahbez,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amon Düül,
ABBA,
Kerri Chandler,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tears for Fears,
The Knickerbockers,
Aloha Tigers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Adolescents,
Minor Threat,
Japan,
Angry Samoans,
Clear Light,
Das Ding,
Pagans,
Alison Limerick,
Buzzcocks,
Altered Images,
Y Pants,
Tom Boy,
Chrome,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Sherman,
Quadrant,
Howard Jones,
Eric Dolphy,
In Retrospect,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tomorrow,
R.M.O.,
Black Bananas,
Newcleus,
The Music Machine,
Stetsasonic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.