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 Iceland and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mantronix to the rock 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Barry Ungar,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Essential Logic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soft Cell,
Kas Product,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Idris Muhammad,
Amazonics,
Skarface,
Erasure,
Donald Byrd,
Q and Not U,
Ornette Coleman,
Hasil Adkins,
Jawbox,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun Ra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Parry Music,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terry Callier,
The Cure,
Camouflage,
Thee Headcoats,
Arthur Verocai,
Mark Hollis,
The Dead C,
Gang of Four,
Stiv Bators,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Green,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radiohead,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pagans,
The Monochrome Set,
Janne Schatter,
Chris & Cosey,
Delta 5,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dark Day,
Mad Mike,
Radio Birdman,
Maurizio,
The Beau Brummels,
Royal Trux,
Stereo Dub,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Martian,
H. Thieme,
The Evens,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Tremeloes,
a-ha,
New York Dolls,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.