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 Uzbekistan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the marimba 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 Black Sheep to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Spandau Ballet,
The Toasters,
Matthew Halsall,
Yellowson,
Letta Mbulu,
Make Up,
Gang Starr,
Television Personalities,
Black Pus,
Bill Wells,
Judy Mowatt,
Ossler,
Barry Ungar,
Arthur Verocai,
Yazoo,
The Gladiators,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Human League,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
R.M.O.,
Aloha Tigers,
Niagra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The J.B.'s,
Connie Case,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Evens,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pantytec,
Gerry Rafferty,
Darondo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fire Engines,
Scientists,
T. Rex,
Quadrant,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gichy Dan,
The Martian,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Supertramp,
The Neon Judgement,
Laurel Aitken,
Scrapy,
The Knickerbockers,
Franke,
Kenny Larkin,
The Birthday Party,
Frankie Knuckles,
Simply Red,
Intrusion,
Sexual Harrassment,
Drexciya,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minnie Riperton,
Brand Nubian,
Tubeway Army,
Siglo XX,
Roy Ayers,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.