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 Solomon Islands and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 ABBA to the grime 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
The Monks,
Cal Tjader,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
New Age Steppers,
Pagans,
Q and Not U,
Symarip,
The Slits,
Y Pants,
Lalann,
The Count Five,
Quadrant,
The Gories,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Red Krayola,
the Human League,
Rufus Thomas,
D'Angelo,
The J.B.'s,
These Immortal Souls,
Main Source,
Sound Behaviour,
the Soft Cell,
Alphaville,
John Lydon,
This Heat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thompson Twins,
Crooked Eye,
Throbbing Gristle,
Half Japanese,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lakeside,
Warsaw,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Görl,
Fugazi,
Scientists,
The Techniques,
The Gladiators,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aaron Thompson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vladislav Delay,
Index,
Public Enemy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Mojo Men,
The Selecter,
Stetsasonic,
Masters at Work,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lindisfarne,
Funkadelic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cybotron,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Trojans,
ABC,
Ten City,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.