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 Lithuania and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Pussy Galore,
Q and Not U,
Alison Limerick,
The Vogues,
Whodini,
The Dirtbombs,
Clear Light,
Vladislav Delay,
Echospace,
Aural Exciters,
Subhumans,
Peter & Gordon,
a-ha,
Depeche Mode,
Grauzone,
Trumans Water,
Sister Nancy,
The Offenders,
Ken Boothe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Divine Comedy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Velvet Underground,
Siglo XX,
Rekid,
Joey Negro,
Lakeside,
Max Romeo,
Zapp,
Fat Boys,
Eurythmics,
Von Mondo,
The Smoke,
Drive Like Jehu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultravox,
Sight & Sound,
Simply Red,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jerry's Kids,
Donny Hathaway,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alton Ellis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aaron Thompson,
The Leaves,
David Axelrod,
Eli Mardock,
Ornette Coleman,
Wolf Eyes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Shuggie Otis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jimmy McGriff,
ABC,
cv313,
Sandy B,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.