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 Comoros and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Letta Mbulu to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chris Corsano,
Masters at Work,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Litter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Urselle,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moebius,
Magma,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Moon,
The Saints,
Nik Kershaw,
The Neon Judgement,
Kurtis Blow,
Liliput,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Howard Jones,
Radiohead,
Man Parrish,
Talk Talk,
The Moleskins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Severed Heads,
The Wake,
Country Joe & The Fish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fad Gadget,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skriet,
Swell Maps,
DJ Style,
the Swans,
Q65,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fugazi,
Infiniti,
Visage,
The Invisible,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chrome,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Letta Mbulu,
Roxy Music,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fire Engines,
The Raincoats,
Minutemen,
Television,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arab on Radar,
Symarip,
Fatback Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Connie Case,
Inner City,
Tears for Fears,
Bill Near,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.