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 Laos and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
The Seeds,
Chrome,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hasil Adkins,
Roxy Music,
The Modern Lovers,
Moss Icon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Smiths,
FM Einheit,
Magma,
Nils Olav,
Kool Moe Dee,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yazoo,
Buzzcocks,
Au Pairs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Moody Blues,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dead Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Bronski Beat,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Neon Judgement,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Black Dice,
Erasure,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Freddie Wadling,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Saccharine Trust,
Radiohead,
Cameo,
DJ Sneak,
Blake Baxter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Heaven 17,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eve St. Jones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tim Buckley,
Colin Newman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker,
Jawbox,
The Real Kids,
Sight & Sound,
Hardrive,
Joey Negro,
Fugazi,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Bar-Kays,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.