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 Czech Republic and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Steve Hackett 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
The Leaves,
10cc,
The New Christs,
Neu!,
UT,
Magazine,
Agent Orange,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Magma,
Bad Manners,
Babytalk,
Porter Ricks,
The Mojo Men,
KRS-One,
Can,
Fluxion,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boogie Down Productions,
T.S.O.L.,
Popol Vuh,
Bronski Beat,
Alison Limerick,
Drexciya,
Anthony Braxton,
Nik Kershaw,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Byron Stingily,
Brothers Johnson,
Rites of Spring,
Silicon Teens,
Black Pus,
The Associates,
Bauhaus,
The Gap Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeff Mills,
Kerri Chandler,
Rod Modell,
Massinfluence,
Piero Umiliani,
Theoretical Girls,
PIL,
The Slackers,
Black Sheep,
Bootsy Collins,
Simply Red,
The Searchers,
Subhumans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scrapy,
The Invisible,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cramps,
The Dead C,
Schoolly D,
Crooked Eye,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jawbox,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bluetip,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.