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 Argentina and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Pylon to the funk 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Carl Craig,
Kas Product,
Wasted Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Byrd,
Blossom Toes,
James White and The Blacks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Moleskins,
Throbbing Gristle,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Knickerbockers,
Arab on Radar,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fire Engines,
10cc,
The Invisible,
The Gap Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Judy Mowatt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eve St. Jones,
The Detroit Cobras,
Morten Harket,
Bluetip,
Essential Logic,
Joyce Sims,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wire,
Moss Icon,
Todd Rundgren,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neu!,
Ken Boothe,
The Smoke,
The Pretty Things,
The Selecter,
Graham Central Station,
Roxy Music,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marine Girls,
Alphaville,
Funky Four + One,
Dave Gahan,
The Vogues,
Fad Gadget,
Amon Düül,
Pierre Henry,
Audionom,
Depeche Mode,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
FM Einheit,
Deadbeat,
Joe Finger,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.