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 Iran 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Michael McDonald 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 Surgeon to the dance 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Popol Vuh,
Soft Cell,
Black Pus,
Steve Hackett,
Godley & Creme,
Colin Newman,
Delta 5,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Womack,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gichy Dan,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeff Mills,
The Beau Brummels,
Television,
Altered Images,
Juan Atkins,
MDC,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Starr,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun Ra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stereo Dub,
Vainqueur,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Selecter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Davy DMX,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eden Ahbez,
Agent Orange,
The Blues Magoos,
Electric Prunes,
Reagan Youth,
The Red Krayola,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gun Club,
Kas Product,
Stiv Bators,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Whodini,
Trumans Water,
Model 500,
a-ha,
Funkadelic,
Siglo XX,
Lou Christie,
Bill Wells,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
June of 44,
The Names,
Judy Mowatt,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soulsonic Force,
Y Pants,
David Bowie,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
FM Einheit,
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.