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 Samoa and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nico to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Public Enemy,
Warren Ellis,
Depeche Mode,
Girls At Our Best!,
Magma,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Niagra,
Danielle Patucci,
Agitation Free,
Rosa Yemen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed,
Thompson Twins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Beasts of Bourbon,
These Immortal Souls,
Graham Central Station,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Morten Harket,
Qualms,
The Slackers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tubeway Army,
Lindisfarne,
Country Teasers,
Jacques Brel,
Camouflage,
Harry Pussy,
CMW,
Ossler,
The Blues Magoos,
Sex Pistols,
The Zeros,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ponytail,
Cybotron,
Arcadia,
The Monochrome Set,
The Saints,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Altered Images,
Fluxion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
PIL,
June Days,
Mo-Dettes,
Gichy Dan,
Freddie Wadling,
Todd Terry,
The Tremeloes,
The Neon Judgement,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wally Richardson,
Bronski Beat,
Blossom Toes,
The Skatalites,
Ronan,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.