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 East Timor and from Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the techno 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ituana,
Rod Modell,
Minor Threat,
Visage,
Ronnie Foster,
Eddi Front,
Maurizio,
X-Ray Spex,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chrome,
Jeff Lynne,
Todd Rundgren,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Khruangbin,
The Young Rascals,
The Alarm Clocks,
La Düsseldorf,
Terrestrial Tones,
David Bowie,
China Crisis,
Sugar Minott,
The Gladiators,
Prince Buster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Michelle Simonal,
Pussy Galore,
a-ha,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thompson Twins,
Gabor Szabo,
The Durutti Column,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wally Richardson,
Joy Division,
The Golliwogs,
Sparks,
Faraquet,
The Black Dice,
Ken Boothe,
Steve Hackett,
Whodini,
Mark Hollis,
Idris Muhammad,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cybotron,
The Index,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scratch Acid,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cosmic Jokers,
F. McDonald,
Joe Finger,
Sarah Menescal,
The Leaves,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blancmange,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.