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 Estonia and from London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Unrelated Segments to the techno 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Television Personalities,
a-ha,
Liliput,
Public Image Ltd.,
Erasure,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ralphi Rosario,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Sheep,
Hot Snakes,
Lyres,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Real Kids,
The United States of America,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deakin,
Reagan Youth,
Model 500,
The Red Krayola,
Pole,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Judy Mowatt,
Hasil Adkins,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Moleskins,
Crash Course in Science,
Suburban Knight,
Swell Maps,
Thompson Twins,
Sex Pistols,
Kerri Chandler,
Godley & Creme,
June Days,
8 Eyed Spy,
Faraquet,
A Certain Ratio,
Funkadelic,
Q and Not U,
The Barracudas,
F. McDonald,
H. Thieme,
the Germs,
Index,
the Swans,
Lower 48,
Danielle Patucci,
Joensuu 1685,
Y Pants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tropical Tobacco,
Spandau Ballet,
Wings,
Soul Sonic Force,
Silicon Teens,
Theoretical Girls,
Ludus,
Arcadia,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.