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 Serbia and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Lou Reed 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 Harmonia to the dance 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Depeche Mode,
Fad Gadget,
Radio Birdman,
Laurel Aitken,
The Names,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter & Gordon,
Loose Ends,
Sparks,
Leonard Cohen,
Desert Stars,
Oblivians,
Nirvana,
Spoonie Gee,
The Busters,
Soulsonic Force,
Aural Exciters,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Electric Prunes,
Scion,
Hashim,
Rufus Thomas,
The Smoke,
Matthew Halsall,
The Flesh Eaters,
Newcleus,
Tears for Fears,
B.T. Express,
Eurythmics,
The Sound,
Shoche,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bizarre Inc.,
Goldenarms,
Morten Harket,
Moby Grape,
Mad Mike,
Kerri Chandler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kenny Larkin,
Max Romeo,
The Human League,
Basic Channel,
10cc,
The Moleskins,
Donny Hathaway,
the Association,
Hoover,
Easy Going,
Siglo XX,
Harry Pussy,
Moebius,
Cheater Slicks,
Sandy B,
Faust,
Outsiders,
Pharoah Sanders,
Quadrant,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.