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 Bosnia Herzegovina 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Nas to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Grauzone,
8 Eyed Spy,
Adolescents,
Panda Bear,
Faraquet,
Joyce Sims,
Cameo,
The Litter,
Aloha Tigers,
Iggy Pop,
Rod Modell,
Leonard Cohen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nico,
Albert Ayler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eli Mardock,
Q and Not U,
Nirvana,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wire,
Radiohead,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Soft Cell,
Janne Schatter,
Hot Snakes,
Bob Dylan,
Minny Pops,
Tears for Fears,
Anakelly,
Connie Case,
Scratch Acid,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brothers Johnson,
Underground Resistance,
Jeff Lynne,
The Golliwogs,
Peter and Kerry,
Bronski Beat,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-101,
Scan 7,
Basic Channel,
Cymande,
DNA,
Warren Ellis,
the Normal,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Christie,
Swell Maps,
Toni Rubio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harry Pussy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mo-Dettes,
Funky Four + One,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.